Goodbye Things

I’m not made for these goodbye things,
These heart breaking, 
Gut wrenching,
Soul achy things.

The things that leave you sore,
The things that knead and bend, rock and roll you to your core.

I’m not made for these goodbye things,
These see you later,
in awhile crocodile kind of things,
The some day,
Some how
Kind of things. 

The things that keep you awake,
The things that slip and slide and break.

I’m not made for these goodbye things,
The miss you already,
Call me when you get there,
Tell me you need me kind of things.

The things that you can’t place,
The things gone without a trace.

I. Am. Not. Made. For. These. Goodbye. Things.
Not when it’s you.
Never you. 
Not you. 
Not goodbye. 
Not forever.

I am not made made for these goodbye things.
These heart breaking, 
Gut wrenching,
Soul achy things.


Sent from my iPhone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Sharp Avatar
July 31, 2018 at 12:02 AM
The structure and wording both held my attention so well. Excellent write.
Rodrigues Avatar
July 30, 2018 at 5:19 PM
Excellent write!
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace