Aches of the Heart

Love sick feelings, caught like a disease.

Heartache for her turns into heartbreak with ease.

Sick of love and yet still full of the same.

Love sick feelings become more of a game.

Is she toying with me, or am I just under the spell

of a girl so amazing that nobody can tell

where this will go, how we will turn out.

Love is on fire now, but might just burn out.

When it burns out, it burns down real fast;

what once made my life such a blast

quickly burns and smolders into ashes.

Like Hulk on a rampage, the rage it smashes

into me and makes me pick up a fist.

Not punching her, no, I'd never. This

is a different anger, directed at me.

So I punch a punching bag, bleeding badly.

My knuckles as raw as the heart within,

my emotional roller-coaster just begins

with the whistle in my mind as she walks on by.

There isn't any reason to stay on this ride. I'll die.

A few more breakups and two years later,

she is leaving my school at last, but much greater

are the memories behind me in the past

than the future in front of me. I had to ask

her a question on my mind, but I can't.

I was just too nervous, squashed like an ant.

Instead I walked up and said, "Hey there," to her.

My stomach was churning as if brewed by a brewer.

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "I'm really gonna miss you."

In my mind I was thinking, I wish I could kiss you.

We laughed for a while, enjoyed the moment.

The memories, the present, yeah, we owned it.

The future was uncertain, and still is honestly.

My last memory of us was when she up and hugged me.

I felt love in that moment, but not like before.

I wanted to protect her, but I was still unsure.

What I felt in that moment was good and right,

and it just so happened that we talked all night.

What happened after, I never would expected.

Well, maybe I should have. After all, being rejected

is nothing new for me. Especially by her.

Pretty and laughs alot; but still it's unsure

whether or not what happened was just a lie.

The moment she left me, I wanted to die.

The second, third, and fourth time it hurt as bad;

in some ways it hurt worse to understand

that we were not meant to be together.

What happened was not just the rough weather.

We could weather the weather, but not decide whether

we were meant to be or we stuck in a curse.

The only thing I know is we turned out worse.

Feelings hurt inside, but this is the story I've told.

Living this way has made me more bold,

but in the end I ended up alone.

And sadly now, in this life, I've been shown

much sadness with her, and the memories

I once held onto are worth less than pennies.

The sadness is, one of the greatest arts

is writing a memoir to aches of the heart.

Author's Note

Strange, how one friendship/relationship that begins in middle school can be flawed and scarred forever because of a few dumb conversations, a few stupid words, and a few mistakes, all in middle school. And when you are scrolling down, looking for an image for your poem on WritersCafe, you come across their picture and everything just rushes back and drowns you..or should I say me...

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

I feel your pain. I felt the same. I felt it again. And though the pain dwindles, it still creeps up on us from time to time, startling us. That was a raw and touching poem, read like a story.

[Not here]

thank you very much :)

[closed]

this was like reading a page from a journal


i think any life experience could be scary
but it's important to be brave in any situation

sometimes being headstrong leaves less reason for regret



-Dream

[FlatLineBeauty]

You hit the target of how it feels to love and lose.

[Not here]

its a target im all too familiar with. thank you though :)

[FlatLineBeauty]

I know it well myself

[Elisa]

Honestly, I feel like people downgrade the love of middle schoolers, and young people in general. But I've found that their feelings are just as real to them as any of our feelings are to us. If we look a little deeper, like you've done in this piece, we find that we're all not that different after all.

[Not here]

thank you :) i really appreciate that

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
"I once held onto are worth less than pennies.
The sadness is, one of the greatest arts
is writing a memoir to aches of the heart."
Dante, Hemingway and the great writers. Left words for miss places and faces. Women, country and location. Places where writers roam and make them create. Thank you for sharing the poetry. I liked the poetry.
Coyote

[Not here]

glad you liked it coyote :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I did. A very good poem.

[Jacklyn]

This is beautiful, and, as always, extremely relatable. I'm sorry for your pain, but I love that you took it and wrote something so fantastic with it. Please, keep writing. :)

[Not here]

i will :) thank you for your kind review

[xbxbzdvdsv]

I love this so much, i always love your work. You can really go somewhere with this, keep it up!!

[Not here]

thank you :) if i make it to the top hopefully ill bring some of yall with me, because you deserve it just as much

[xbxbzdvdsv]

You're welcome, that would be amazing! Thank you!!

[Not here]

no problem :) keep wrrrrrrriting

[Emily]

I just love that first line!!
Well done!
Keep it up!

[Melinda McQueen]

One can remember so much and years later the memories are still so vivid that it can still bring tears to the eyes.
Nicely expressed.

[Not here]

thanks :) i definitely agree

[JayceeC]

Mmm the ups and downs of young love. Its strange how those experiences affect us years later. They are part of our emotional makeup that we carry with us.

[Not here]

yeah thats true, but things are kind of going better between me and my ex now, we are friends, and get along, so im glad. but its still good to just sift through my feelnigs like this when i write a poem