Ex's Love or hate them

I dont know why its here twice, sorry

a king not a lord.
My ponds have been taken.
My knights have all fallen.
My queen fell your prisoner.
My king tall he stands,
And will soon fall at your hands.
So keep up the checking
A mate soon will come
While i sit and play dumb
And choose to succumb.
The game was of checkers
I kept playing chess.
I alone to blame for making this mess.
The board made of glass.
The pieces keep breaking.
You are the reason for all of this aching.
I know Ive been beat.
I clear off my board
My set incomplete.
Some pieces I'm missing
But I choose to compete
A different opponent
The same game and board.
And may this time i surrender
To a king not a Lord.

Writing Her Back

I could never forgive my second wife.          
She could have left me          
in the normal miserable way that love grows mean          
the way backs turn, insults are thrown          
and homes broken, but she          
was especially hard, especially crazy          
or both.      
In hindsight          
we never really knew each other          
well enough for me to tell.          
         
She had an appeal          
beautiful and wicked          
like a flesh eating flower          
over-ripe and swaying          
in her demented garden          
swung upon the tideshift winds,       
but in the end there was no way to win          
against the certitude of paranoia          
that always added up          
to the worst          
and imagined itself victim.          
         
She'd already sent me packing,          
fooled the courts with a few false claims,       
bought herself ninety days for free          
and while plans were laid          
a truck was packed          
and in the night she took the kids          
and disappeared forever.          
         
I hated her for years          
wasted decades writing to her          
in imagined conversations  
that got me nowhere,          
just emptied out what was right with me          
into all those late nights scrawling out what was wrong.          
Hatred is taxing.  
It takes its share of time          
eats the healthy part of years          
leaves hardness where there should be toughness.          
Dates that are missed are carefully collected          
bundled like bouquets of regret          
where once they spread out forward      
like fields of unspent days.          
         
Now, as the nights grow cool again          
and the heat of my head has had twenty years          
to vent that steam          
a fresh smell blows off the lake          
that signals time to prepare for a new season.          
Today I stop trying to write back          
to her          
and start the long process          
of writing her back          
out of my life.

Hopefully their still not alive..

have three ex's.
have said " I love you" to three women,
those are the ones that matter

Never learned to lie that phrase to the rest
and for that they're perfect

the first ex
is and was the wife
that the universe creates duality for;
so that lost innocence can find its-self again
in another

we are not together
in that way
anymore,
but we can't be truly seperated
anymore
than I can
from myself.

The second ex
is a mixed bag,
still can't discern a clear line
on her.
Good friends at first
my homie
she was my boss.
Learned that little danger exceeds
that of having a partner
who is a perfect buddy
and who is fucking hot.
In retrospect,
I believe being "in love"
hazed a bit in translation.

The third ex
is awfully fresh.
The animosity of soured relationships
still lingers heavy
clouding her worth.



The third does not get ignored,
completely.
The second appears in the backroom of my memory,
when biology requires manual release
she still gets calls when I want to dance.
The first,
she earned my pedestal placement,
and hurt the most
but
not because either of us fell short
but because
the world itself
broke

she

still gets my poetry

Goodbye Sweetness

Its not funny, Though it is
The person your trying to help shows you the bliss,
So your thrown again into a flurry of trips,
Visual aids to make your coming day a lot more painful.
It's not sad, It's egregious, sarcastic, It's a joke.
It's always a joke, I know when I hear a joke,
But I didn't laugh,
Stricken by the memories of the one girl I fell for.
It makes me weak, Helpless and worn,
Her bleeding heart, Upon me, Scorn's.
Dead to emotion, Black as night,
This heart died that day, In spite,
Like a tired old man, To die, Pleads,
How can I see you when you cannot see me?
I loved you once, More than I hated myself,
But you let me go, You'd rather be with someone else.

Now you come back saying you wanna be friends,
But I don't see why you'd come right back to me.
You're not that desperate, You never were,
I don't love you anymore, You're as good as dead to me,
Demons of my past feeding off my misery,
I've stopped running from you,
I don't see you anymore than you see me,
I've blinded myself to all your trickery,
You reached into my heart and ripped it apart,
I will never heal, Never again from your explicit art.

The ambiguity of you, Has scarred me forever,
Change is something I fear now,
Its been too long,
I've forgotten the taste of your lips,
The soft and wet of your tongue,
The smooth of your back,
The bite of your teeth,
And the edge of your nails,
I miss you, But I hate you enough to not.
Ridden with guilt and sadness, I sulked in silence,
Regretting something I never wanted,
You were still on my mind.
The blur of my spontaneous life wouldn't let you go,
A hundred girls later you were still fresh in my mind.
But now I'm in love again. And I can't have her.
She wont see me and it pains me to let her go.
You have faded away.
I feel you no more.

Cold Yesterdays

I am saying goodbye To a bittersweet lie As it leaves its lingering taste Every moment ofbliss From a clandestine kiss Snatched away by the fingers of fate I will try to forget And climb out of this pit But i digged it deeper than hell Where the brightness ofday Cannot reach where i lay And the heavens cannothearme yell Someone toss me some rope For the longer i mope The more i am wasted away When i breath the fresh air I will no longer dare To return to my cold yesterdays

(Copied it wrong couldn't erase sorry.. disregard.
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Cold Yesterdays

I am saying goodbye
To a bittersweet lie
As it leaves its lingering taste
Every moment of bliss
From a clandestine kiss
Snatched away by the fingers of fate
I will try to forget
And climb out of this pit
But i digged it deeper than hell
Where the brightness of day
Cannot reach where i lay
And the heavens cannothearme yell.
Someone toss me some rope
For the longer i mope
The more i am wasted away
When i breath the fresh air
I will no longer dare
To return to my cold yesterdays

Congrats AC!

and at the risk of being in bad taste, I am going to throw it out there that I quite liked Braggs piece.
Oh and Al's
and thought missy's was fun and well writ.

Thanks for the comp

Thanks so much for the win! <3 It was a fun comp. Lots of good entries.