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courtney c.
Sep 20, 2018
In Share a poem with us today?
my ex is a monster
not the kind with fangs that drip blood
or claws that scratch and maim
but the kind with warm eyes
and even warmer hands
i didn’t even feel him wretch my heart right from my chest
and toss it aside my ex is a magician
his best trick started with his first “i love you”
and i was the gullible fool
who believed every
single
promise
he made my ex is a phantom
here one minute
then gone in an instant
(was he even here to begin with?) my ex is a human
both flawed and beautiful
both toxic and intoxicating
he made mistakes; so did i
he’s no longer the antagonist in my story
he’s not a bad guy
not a villain
yes, he hurt me
for a while it felt like he killed me
but as it turns out
he didn’t pack the dirt on the grave he dug for me tight enough
because i’m still breathing
and i clawed my way out of the ruins he left me in
i am alive
despite the ways he left me dead inside
my ex is a human
who i will always love
even if he doesn’t love me anymore — cc, 2018
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courtney c.
Sep 16, 2018
In Share a poem with us today?
this is not a love poem
this poem will not fill you with the warm fuzzies the way e.e. cummings does
it will not make you believe in the power of love
or the magic of love
love
what the hell is love anyway?
because i always thought love was supposed to fill you with the same feeling you get when you read an e.e. cummngs poem
not like this this is not a love poem
no, it’s too angry for that
love should never be angry
and yet, here i am
seething with rage
not at you, but at myself
for allowing myself to be vulnerable, to be captivated
to let my guard down, to break down my walls and allow someone in
allow you in
and then you set this whole goddamn place ablaze
the match is in your hands
but i feel as though the blame is on me this is not a love poem
but an apology
an apology to my heart for all of the damage and pain its been through
an apology to my hands for all the words i’ve made them write about you
an apology to lips for all the times i’ve made them choke on your name
an apology to my entire being for being touched by you, for having every inch of skin tattooed with a memory of you, you are everywhere, you are all over me this is not a love poem
but a cry for help
or more like a cry into the void
because you said that you would be there
you said that we could still be friends
and like a goddamn fool, i believed you
and i needed you
but where are you? this is not a love poem
no, i’m tired of writing those
in fact, i want all of my poems back
i want my words that i endlessly spilled for you back
i want my writer’s block back because at least while i was struggling to verbalize how you broke my heart, i had something else on my mind
i want my thoughts back
i want my memories back
i want my favorite songs back
i want my smile back
i want myself back this is not a love poem
but even if it was
it’s not like you’d read it anyway — cc, 2018
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