Ex's Love or hate them

One poem per person, max 200 words

Charmed In Ice Blue

 
She fell for his eyes that charmed in ice blue
her vulnerability in full swing as he reeled it in
he dripped in slimy approaches and innuendos
out to impress with his fat wallet and convertible
 
 
 
 
She swooned in her blindness and gullible breath
her neediness overshadowed any inner screams
she was swept away in the world of make believe
bait stepping into a trap so richly laced and enticing
 
 
 
 
Salted kisses and whip of tongue fed open wounds
and days drifted into empty tormented lonely years
colours of red black and blue were tattooed upon her
spilled blood was the make up she sometimes wore
 
 
 
 
Crimson red were the only tears she would release
the inside tore apart with a burning pain of her loss
she disintegrated into the box that he locked her in
made of his twisted love that controlled her strings
 
 
 
 
Until the line was crossed and death danced in eyes
only inches from the exit sign she caught her breath
the slap that finally woke her from his hypnotic trance
she saved her life as she flew away from his brutal hand


(187 words)

The last thing
that grey-faced witch
ever said to me was
"The closest person
I ever lost was you
although I am sorry
that the dog died."

Remember


Standing there
I realize
You meant something to me

But it's to late
Your gone
You found someone new
Someone who treats you right

If only I realized sooner
Your meaning to me
That your meaning to me was something great.
Greater than love

I won't ask you to come back
But I will ask you
Never forget me
Or what we had

Burning Desire


There is a deep desire
In my heart.
Desire to run,
Run after you.
To catch hold
Of you.

A living hope
Every moment
Provoking me
Not to give up
And Run.
Run Faster.

A burning desire
To play with your
Huge fingers.
To cut them
Off the wrist
And slice them.

The delicious Blood
Covering the pieces
Makes me wild
And invokes
A deeper desire
To Hold the knife
Much tighter.
And snatch your lips
From the mouth
To make them
All mine.

Your lips in hand,
And fingers in my lap,
I have made a part
Of you mine.
But, I want more
Of you.

The screams are mine.
I won’t share them with others.
Let me have your tongue.
So, your voice and love
Is all mine. Taste the steel
Knife that brings you nearer.

Now you are all mine.
Your voice is my voice.
Your kisses are mine.
Your touch is my touch.
I won’t scold you anymore.
I love you so much more.

XOXO

Ok.

Of course I'm sure you'd love to hear
that I never got over you,
that I still burn for you,
that I slip a few fingers beneath cloth and...
think our warm nights through
over and over.

I'm sure you'd like to hear
that in my mind it's still perfect
and well dressed and stressless
as it was all in the past,
and that I still wear those skirts
that go right up to my...
face

but the truth is
you're still living in fantasia,
I don't give a shit what you think
of my 'behaviour'
or what you think of my new man
or your look of pure shock
when you realised i'm with him
because he has a bigger...
heart

and the best part is
I don't even feel sad about it.
You know what, you deserve it
this solitary life you now have
because once, this girl loved you
and you beat her down.
By the way, I know you cheated.
That's why I left, so, bad luck
you know what? You can have her
because I just don't give a...

fuck.




(187 words)

That box with your name on it

That box with your name on it
On the the top self of my closet
Covered in a layer of dust
You wanted your own space
Now you have a full shelf
Are you  happy up there, all labeled?
The box of evidence
A.) The movie ticket where we had our first encounter
B.) The valentine you gave me
C.) The ticket to the fair, where we made a candle that was never burned
D.) The card you gave me on our anniversary
E.) The note I wrote: what I was going to say to you when it was over
I'm over you
I hope your happy
because there is a reason you have a layer of dust
Why you are pushed up on the top self
I don't need a reminder
I never looked back

Solo .


The hail beats the tin roof of this old house
like a previous century stoning
the ice crashing on the corrugated steel
is reminiscent of a
Rick Allen solo
The idiot in me keeps looking up
as if the steel pressed ceiling is taking the beating
The angle these golf ball icicles are coming at
concerns the large glass window panes  
they look like they’ll shake themselves
into cracks of disaster across
the wooden floor boards
 
I fold myself into a ball
on the leather couch  
covered in last nights jacket
and comforted by my latest Amazon acquisition
“Mockingbird Wish Me Luck”
I suffer the noise to read magnificence
then realise  
this house echoes without you
 
It’s been far to long, I need you  
just to sit here and say nothing  
just to be here and touch
just to make this book worth reading
I find the poem
the poem I wanted to read, the one
“Girl in a miniskirt reading the bible”
that poem
 
As I edge into the page  
I realise
I don’t remember what earrings you wear
how many gold bangles rest on your arm
or how long your legs are
I realise
that you don’t move to my symphony
move to my rhythm
and I don’t play it for you
I don't play it for you, any longer
 
You were once god

 
[.]
 

Toxic Chemistry

Smiles for days  
cheeks pink  
and sore from laughter  
lips tender  
relentless kissing  
lust  
attraction  
nothing held back  
pleasure and pain  
intertwine as one  
everything we did  
was the epitome  
of passion  
we fought hard  
we loved harder  
the chemistry  
undeniable  

But  

I soon realized  
our chemistry  
was toxic  

You would hear  
trouble knocking  
but  
you couldn't seem  
to ignore the door  

And I  

I  
would turn  
the other cheek  
and act as if  
I did not know  

Those whispers  
in your ear  
coming from the bottle  
or the pipe  
were becoming  
more enticing  
than those  
from my lips  

And so  

On those nights  
when I lay  
in our empty bed  
I would imagine  
you were off traveling  
on important business  

I did not  
want to stay  
but  
I did not  
want to leave

                             Bye bye baby goodbye

I never thought it would happen, getting over you
But now ive woke up and can confidently say "fuck you"
I dont know why i held you for so long in my heart
Now the haze is away, i see we are better apart
But looking back, there are things i never would change
Even though i realise that you are totally deranged
You wanted it all and you wanted it now
Your just like your mum, the haggered old cow
Ive never hated a person as much as i hate your mum
And never met a person who is so naturally dumb
The only thing she is good at. Is getting her claws in
The gold-digging bitch who only sees one thing
Money is everything to her & she buys her way through life
But her other half is not that stupid to make her his wife
I do thank you for one thing, for my little girl
That i love so much, to me she's my world
It's just a shame that you use her as a tool
Just to get to me, i did'nt think you could be that cruel
But you've shown your true colours you slut, you liar
And i really wouldnt piss on you if you were on fire

Love loves love most-an ode to a bitch

Selfish beings we are,
Selfish beings we always will be...
Tending to what others see,
So that we protest we care.

You came,
You took my hand.
Promised not to be the same,
Promised you'd mend.
Swore a raging heart you'd tame,
Swore that with me you'd be content.

Now, like my bottle of vodka,
Words void and you cheap...

My solitude still lends more love than Love itself...

Sorry I find your pain amusing

So it has come to this..
 
I knew it was only
a matter of time
 
time slipping away from me
as I watch it stream down the drain
 
I assumed this would happen
 
Yet,
 
something inside of me wanted to see how far I could push
To see the limits strained
and delight in the frustration you express
trying to keep your composure
 
If you asked if I was sorry,
I'd have to say yes
 
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
 
But I don't regret it
 
I loved every twisted minute of it
At first you didn't realize my manipulative ways
But I began to grow tired of subtlety
 
Decidedly playing your emotions out in front of me
Letting you know the intent behind my wicked ways
 
I love you, yes
 
But dangling you from my strings
leading you astray
and watching the pain in your eyes blossom
 
Was always too much fucking fun
 
I couldn't possibly resist
 
So no, it doesn't surprise me that you're leaving me now
packing your bags, having had enough
 
It only gives me a sickening satisfaction
to know I did us in
Breaking falsely fabricated bonds of trust and affection
 
I know I scarred you for life
But these are the types of wounds I like to inflict
 
Destroying the heart and soul of my lover
 
Repercussions for trying to get too close
 
I assume I'll miss you when you're gone,
miss waking up with you
miss our passionate and frenzied love making
 
Soft kisses on my lips
 
But,
 
if you come back to me, make no mistake
I will continue to play my game
Shredding away your dignity and ability to love
 
All because I find it amusing
 

"Flowery Mystical Days"
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Seems likes ages since
I’ve seen you precious Kelly,
my first true girl.
Strange, once in a blue moon,
I think of you still,
your cute freckled face
with icy blue eyes, long lashes,
fresh and willing to learn,
you were young and clueless,
we were mutually tender with each other.
both neophyte innocent.
I was not lazy, you boosted me up,
we did not smother one another either.
Your Mother thought I was crazy,
your Father loved my disciplined behavior,
but, the memories seem hazier,
getting dimmer as the years drift.
I do remember your sweet fragrance,
your musk made my heart flutter once,
I was always so thrilled to be next to you,
if you only knew, sorry, I never told you.
And, though, my love has gone dry,
I sometimes  cry inside for those
flowery mystical days, now past.

No Point In Hiding It




While I'm sittin' in my room

Kickin' it to old school

Having thoughts from the past

Sort of sad

We're both fools

Although it's old news

I've been thinkin' a bit

What time it took me to convince you into taking a risk

We could've made it but we faded due to trivial things

I'm feeling jaded

Contemplated even giving you rings

The reason we fell apart

Too many people involved

And you'd always like to scream how I was leaving you scarred

But relationships go both ways

So peep the issue

But I really do miss those days

I didn't diss you

You decided it was time and you may've been right

In hindsight

We we're like day and night

The trust we shared was more or less non-existent

The name-calling too

The whole thing was twisted

But still I can't forget it

Due to the fact

With you I knew exactly how to act

I wish I could turn time back

Find where it was that

Relationship cracked

And try to patch up that slack

That box with your name on it

That box with your name on it
On the the top self of my closet
Covered in a layer of dust
You wanted your own space
Now you have a full shelf
Are you  happy up there, all labeled?
The box of evidence
A.) The movie ticket where we had our first encounter
B.) The valentine you gave me
C.) The ticket to the fair, where we made a candle that was never burned
D.) The card you gave me on our anniversary
E.) The note I wrote: what I was going to say to you when it was over
I'm over you
I hope your happy
because there is a reason you have a layer of dust
Why you are pushed up on the top self
I don't need a reminder
I never looked back