heartache – Coffee Shop Sessions

Right Outside My Window

Watch it as it goesOut the windowAnd out into the world.Watch as it no longer has a home.Watch as it slowly slips through your fingersBut somehow you know it had a piece of your soul. That void is opening, getting larger,Slowly drifting out and now you wish it could come back home,Even for a moment,Just…
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The Thorn in My Rose

her name, her existence- a thorn in my side; a sting, a puncture, knowing she captured the sought after prize. though a thorn is easily removed and leaves only a slight wound, i have become an empty vessel, void of a beating heart, bidding for its return soon. unrelenting, unforgiving, i want to bend back…
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The Parisian Cafe

In the city of lights, the city of love, there I was without them both idly observing passersby outside a café one summer evening pacing back and forth, stealing covert glances, hoping for one to catch my eye. Was someone out there to hold onto or had each moment longed for escaped? Heartbroken and alone,…
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Out of The Dark Corners

Out of the dark corners, images of another time creep into the forefront of my mind. Images of you and I mix with the scenery. Our bodies entwine in front of me. Shining down or seeping in, blurring the focus of what actually broke us. Layering conversations, our wanting to be held close, I jump…
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in your flood

one step out the doorone step forwardone step closerto the flood one step backwardsone step in reverseone step awayfrom drowning a punch to the gutand tears streaming,more than the smilesmore than the ‘i love you’s and how many more years like thishow much can i take like this i agreed to ever afterbut this now,…
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I wish it didn’t sting

I wish it didn’t sting when rejection tears apart what I’ve poured my heart into, hidden emotions or fragments thereof painting scenes that tiptoe quietly or outright screams. I wish it didn’t sting when he doesn’t think much of me, but rather holds a love kept at a distance that silently breaks both of us…
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Deconstruction Site

How many times do we take the leap before we realize we’ve jumped in too deep How many times do we stop to realize we need to protect our insides How many times does this heart have to break; this love, you too shall take He was the one healing the deepest scar, the wound…
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The Warm and Longing Heart

Have you ever used a poem generator? The following was composed with a few nouns and adjectives plugged into a poem generator and written to the structure of Robert Frost’s ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’. Not something I would normally do to construct a poem, but it may help those looking for ideas.…
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The Haunting

Is it better to have a love lost Not knowing about the other side To have a deep hole in your heart To keep what was lost in the past And always wonder ‘what if’ Or to have it come back, Haunt you And realize it was true Always has been And he’s thinking of…
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