(a simple breakup, in Senryus)
I said I’m “fine,” which
was absolutely true - just
not where he’s concerned.
Our story ended,
a cancelled series without
lesson or climax.
I was proud of us,
we ended things maturely,
no one told the truth
He wasn’t in my
life but somehow he never
left my contact list
.
.
A song for this:
Only the lonely by the Motels
Just smiling, shining & indivisible,
All at the broader punch!
Alone approached the dependable,
Before-head a worst crunch.
My heart heading innocent,
Gave-up myself, my soul.
Wasn’t sure of the pretend,
To her, just in a joule!
She went, her shadows too,
Broke my heart in a bitter truth.
Cracked the confidence inside a blow,
I am at North, she’s at South!
You certainly would have,
What I had been living,
Yet, you will have,
What I am having!
Allow me to let that pain go away.
Allow me to supply you with consolation.
Receive me , authentic and raw.
Accept the warmth of my tender plea.
I’m unveiling my soul , vulnerable and bare,
to let you behold me, without disguise or care.
If your heart resonates , listen to its gentle tone,
and love me for who I am , entirely my own.
But if your heart doesn’t sing in harmony with mine,
Liberty awaits,set me free from love’s confine.
Spare me the sorrow that an unrequited love brings,
And let me soar , unencumbered , to love again.
Love’s journey, not it’s destination , defines us.
What happens when someone falls out of love?
Is there a single, frozen in amber, sanctimonious moment when
you decide you’re too good for whomever - the falling-out moment
- where imperfections are revealed like a magic trick?
“Huh,” you find yourself saying, “Weren’t you cuter, half-an-hour ago?
Or is it a slow, drip, drip, drip Chinese-water-torture-like seepage?
Maybe breakups are written in the stars, you know, Mercury drifts into
retrograde and suddenly there’s empty air where your lover used to be.
I’m not in a breakup, but I like to be prepared - these are just questions.
like
Isn’t every male whale a sperm whale?
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A song for this:
If I Didn't Have You (Live) by Tim Minchin
I don’t know, I don’t care,
if you’re going to the party
or you won’t be there
I don’t give you a thought
you’re not on my mind
and if I ever think of you
I’m not very kind
Now that you’re gone
I’m feeling better
Now that you’re gone
I’ll feel that way forever
I laugh when I hear,
that you’re under pressure
or under the weather -
the last one is better
Look, I’m not irate -
and I haven’t any doubts
- you were like a bad taste,
that I had to spit out.
You proved a consternation,
a mistake on my part,
thanks again, LUzer
I actually learned a lot
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a song for this:
Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter
I once thought you were powerful
Elusive
As smart and as quick as Dracula himself
You kept me with your gaze
And your wanton touch
Shiny things a little at a time
kept me like a worm on a hook
But after awhile I saw the truth
You are no vampire
You are a mosquito
Breakups and shake-ups
All that matters is that you wake up and
Understand that everything is for a season!
Pushing yourself beyond the borders of time
Will give you a reason to appreciate life and
Understand the orientation of purpose!
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
The abundance of emotion
Like silver and gold
Will teach you the accuracy of being bold while
Pushing yourself beyond the difficulty and knowing that
Every aspect of love is a glimpse into the dark and the light!
The love you give will not always be the love you receive
This is one of the risks engraved in the pattern of love
A brisk walk through history will show us love’s dilemma
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Was I maudlin over our breakup? For a minute.
If I think of you now, it’s like a slideshow of unflattering images.
At the time, my breakup buddies reminded me you were a bad
choice - like a brand of deodorant that gave me a rash or fashionable shoes that chafed, even after they were stretched.
“Ruca,” my girlfriends would say, “you’re shootin-terrible, they’re a million pork-swords in the sea.”
Finally, I pulled the trigger - double-tapped us.
At first, reminders of you, those siren whispers of nostalgia, were everywhere - like the moon - which, I just had to live with.
You passed from memory though, that’s how memory works. Events fade, like last week’s chemistry test, or yesterday’s lunch.
Now, if someone asks me, “Hey, remember, what’s his name, your big love from high school?”
I say “Nope.”
I chose to laugh, dance - and shoot birds at the moon.
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Slang:
breakup buddies = friends who help you get over a breakup
ruca = girlfriend
shootin terrible = on a losing streak, not doing well, making bad choices
pork-swords = come on, think about it - it’s funny.
There should be clearer signs,
as a relationship starts to break up
- the hiss of steam, a twist of smoke perhaps
or debris distributed across a hot,
cloudless, summer evening sky.
That way, the force of recognition
wouldn’t be so much of a slap.
Ex lovebirds of
the tamest passion can turn
so predatory.
Passive aggressive
schoolboys who mock whistle at
ex-girlfriends for spite.
Who scatter book bag
contents in mock accidents
for supposed revenge.
As witchcraft conjured
by the nonbelligerent
to silence the bully
I summon some sweet,
musical, lascivious
words as orphic spells
In self-effacing
defense to tame the awful
beast with dirty magic.
Dark crown positions an imminent moon,
while the car benign a simple swan tune,
by a male world-renowned steady croon,
quaffs from a sweetheart, abrupt swoon,
as twain souls dissolution, way too soon,
while a solo spirit on, strangely immune,
limits another whose heart is now hewn,
of an unsalted berry to a strained prune.
2019 December 31
All that we have can be lost
But, its value cannot be taken away
You have covered your tuition cost
Now don’t let the knowledge decay
Brother, I know you’re a polluted ocean blue
But I cannot help but be happy for you
The boat you float so comfortably has capsized
You have to retreat and become reorganized
Do not weep for the boats old keep
For joy will once again deploy
The pain will turn from tomb to womb
As fish eggs hatch and family love to attach
Then as you float to your new shore
Know true love will guide your way
As you return to those who adore
I hope you let us stay.
It makes me sick every time I think about how long I put up with you
seven whole months i wasted everyday ignoring my heart slowy breaking
you ripped my heart out and you cant afford to replace it
I hate it how you still cross my mind and no i dont love you but i cant wrap my mind around why i still think of you all of the time
If i had a time machine id change everything i really would
id make it to where i would've never met you if i could
But I cant for some reson you were just a part of the plan and I have to accept it
you still use fake accounts to send me messages
you're thirsty for my attention but you'll never get it
A hole in my heart
There is no death with this pain
Life with no living
The stomach cramps with sorrow
Hope lost with only darkness
Edward J Ebbs
Written for a Contest, "Relationship Breakups"
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