Never br(e)aking

'

 

Love to you was,

nothing more than washed away graffiti,

once dripping along the

mismatched bricks of this worn facade

where tattoos mean forever . . .

even when they fade

 

A clutched lamppost,

scarred and dented, a fake shade of green

meant only for leaning

and illuminating handbills advertising

high rent in the slums,

supports me

 

As I look beyond the littered gutters

needing a good rain to wash away the past

where you left me standing again,

uncovered, exposed . . .

winter called and thinking it was you,

(it had the same chill affect) I answered

 

I thought you were it, that thing that I needed,

not a leaking roof draped in a blue tarp,

but the east to my south

when my direction pointed north

until you ran west

taking it all with you

 

Beyond my control,

you laughed at love, (snickered)

thought you knew better,

cut holes in my umbrella

and then prayed for rain,

while my life was already drowning

 

You gave it and took it

and with my happiness in tow

on that dead end street

where “No Vacancy” signs were misspelled,

drove away, drove away from me,

tail lamps and your heart . . . never braking, never breaking

 

Author's Note

I thought maybe you were getting tired of those fluffy love poems.

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

This was good. Some of these lines are amazing! When the heart gets a tattoo it can really hurt. Then they fade for all the energy we spent on them. I felt the pain of the happiness being dragged down the street.

Nothin' fluffy about it. But I noticed you fluffed up those ellipses.

[willweb]

I think it was the font choice that created the spaces for me. : )
Sometimes I just go off and write what I am feeling at the time, good or bad it just comes out. May be right now, may be a memory. Glad you stopped by.

[Coyote Poetry]

I need the below lines for my Army tales Will.
"You gave it and took it
and with my happiness in tow
on that dead end street
where “No Vacancy” signs were misspelled,"
When someone is escaping. They never look back and thank you for the outstanding poetry. I did enjoy.
Coyote
drove away, drove away from me,

tail lamps and your heart . . . never braking, never breaking

[willweb]

My friend, thank you for so many visits today. I am thrilled that you enjoy my poetry so very much and appreciate your time.

[Coyote Poetry]

I do enjoy and you are welcome Will.

[Re-Pete]

i'm still thinking that i've created a monster on some level. you write and express so well that it scares me sometimes.

this delivers a hard punch right in the gut. the dreaded give and take. well at least you weren't blinded by tail lights.

top notch spray -

"As I look beyond the littered gutters
needing a good rain to wash away the past
where you left me standing again"

[willweb]

Thanks Pete. Though I am fine where I am, there are some things in life you never forget or forget how they felt. Thanks for coming by.

[Re-Pete]

i enjoy reading your spray, it has the potential to make my day.

someone recently told me that although we must forgive that doesn't also mean that we have to forget ... :)

[Soren]

Will the images in this were melancholic and I could see the grey skies and the drizzle. The faded graffitied wall and the old lamp post. Each image drew a more complete picture. The directions pointed a way to no where and left me, the reader, without a compass. A vivid picture of love lost. Very nice Will. Hope the day brightens and the accommodations improve.

[willweb]

Thank so very much Soren. Just a poem not a state of being, at least for me right now. I appreciate your kind words.

[Lorry]

Why is it that every guy falls for someone who ends up cutting holes in their brollies?
It should be a jail time offence, especially here!
Life is pain, especially when love gets its foot in the door.

[willweb]

I know what you mean and I wear glasses and if you know the rain rule with glasses, it doesn't matter how low you bow your head, a damn drop will always find the lens. Thanks my friend.

[Lorry]

Yeah, and they made wearing face masks so much fun too. I had mine on a week before I realised there was no fog other than on my glasses 😊

[willweb]

Oh yeah...definitely fun.

[John the Baptist]

That's it, blame her. Face it, romantic love is an addiction, and if you're hooked, you're bound to run into some of the type described in the poem. Idolatry ever reaps its own reward.

[willweb]

Well, I had to blame it on someone, it can't be my fault, I am a romantic poet, I don't lose at love like that...usually. : )

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Oh damn....this is harsh, but excellent metaphors.

that tattoo that is the memory...can try to erase it...but even if the colors are removed there are scars.
there is some cleaning up with a good rain or a good cry...
but some will just take love, and only stay in town a few days...and then high tail it out...fast.
j.

[willweb]

Sometimes it truly does feel like this even though it mostly ends up with the loser just driving around in their car feeling sorry for themselves.
Thanks my friend.