Break

When doors fly open,

staying wide for the neighbors

to murmur about the 3AM noise,

she sits there waiting to declare this bad day

as another notch in the wooden welcome sign.

He'd never lay a finger on her,

but he'd sure as hell break

the lock on the bathroom door.

Awkward drives, with silent treatments

are better than

the quiet hints of her splinters,

the faults that are responsible 

for stinging his left thumb.

These days are cake walks

compared to the bad days on romantic tv shows she watches at night;

when she stares blankly at the screen

with crusted eyes.

Reviews

[Aila]

This poem is almost prose like in the way it tells such a beautiful story. I also love how the title isn't quite revealed in the poem at all, but serves more as an all-encompassing word to describe the feeling. I love the lines "He'd never lay a finger on her, but he'd sure as hell break the lock on the bathroom door." Could be interpreted so many ways, but I took it as an ultimate expression of passion for someone. I love your writing style!

Sincerely,
Aila

[William A. Wilson]

Just reviewed one of your other poems, and I got to say, I see a pattern. You seem very handy when it comes to the formation of sentences using a variety of descriptive words while creating the perfect scene.
Im giving this 100

[CLBombay]

OH my goodness! You are too kind!!! I will review some of your things soon!!

[James O'Rourke]

This is a solid piece CL. The first three lines immediately grab the reader and pull them into the mystery of what is causing all this noise. Also the feeling of impending doom gives me the chills. Even though it is written that "he'd never lay a finger on her, but he'd sure as hell break the lock on the bathroom door," I get the sense that that kind of violence will eventually fall on her. Not only that, but she blames herself for this incident and then tries to shrug it by comparing it to romantic tv shows and their bad days.

There's definitely a feeling of being trapped in such a relationship, but once again, impending doom is really the only way I can describe this poem's feel overall. The word choice is great. Seems like you took the time to pick words the gave great imagery and emotion, giving this piece a feeling of reality.

Can't wait to check out more of your work. Keep on writing. - James