Long Boyfriend Poems
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We were teenagers when we moved in together
My boyfriend now my spouse
Young ,in love ,full of future
Excited about playing house
We would go to my mums for dinner
She lived quite a distance away
So I would always take my comfy flannelette nightie
So when home I could get into bed straight away!
He had said something wrong at dinner
So when we left I was really annoyed
Starting arguing with him in car
To that he just completely ignored!
His lack of response made me so frustrated
Then angrily out of the blue this came
“Don’t be so f…..n ignorant”
He glared, pulled over “Get out of the car he exclaimed”
I had never said the F word before until that night
It unexpectedly came out of nowhere
We were both as shocked as each other
Catching us both completely unaware!!
I defiantly marched off into the darkness
Handbag clutched in hand
As the Kombi sped off out of sight
Leaving me alone ….not what I had planned!!
Anger subsided ,reality stepped in
I was in a flannelette nightie on my own in the night
I ran and hid behind a behind a bus stop
Until minutes later the Kombi was back in sight!!
So beautiful, so graceful, so lovely.
White flurries float from the dark sky.
Black roads coated by a sea of sparkling white.
As quickly as the snow falls,
Frozen death awaits those naive and unprotected.
Danger awaits those who take the white roads for granted behind the wheel.
His beauty shines and reels you in.
His sweet words lure you in closer.
You walk to him, mesmerized, open and exposed.
As quickly as you fell for his charm,
Your heart rips to shreds and you wonder why.
You blame the boy you fell in love with.
There's no point in getting angry at the snow.
Disguised danger will still roam and you can still break.
Learn to protect yourself.
Slow your pace and take your time
Everything can hurt you.
Dont let it.
Form:
“I love you.” he said, his voice raspy and emotional.
“You..?” I asked softly, and he nodded yes, slowly.
I kind of moved him away a bit - with a soft stiff-arm - to see him better in the limited light. He looked serious and a little flushed, as if feverish. I examined his face, looking for insincerity or jest but saw none. Perhaps this “love” could use some examination.
“Would you convert to Judaism for me?” I asked
He looked surprised and a little confused. “Are you Jewish?” He asked, hesitantly.
“No.” I answered. He still looked confused.”I’d be proud to be Jewish,” I clarified. “or to have a Jewish boyfriend.”
“Then.. why would I need to convert?” He asked, squinting with concentration.
“We were examining your sumptuous commitment to love.” I said, “forgetaboutit.”
As I sit here thinking
Dreaming
Wishing
Singing
The only thing I can think of
Is you
… you it’s always you
Why is it always you..
In my thoughts
In my dreams
In my moments of peace
My heart aches for your touch
My body aches for your warmth..
ITS ALWAYS YOU..
No matter what I do
I can’t get you out of my head
Out my mind..
You have no idea how much time
Time..
TIME MOVES FAST..
faster then life
I blink and all I can see is your face growing wrinkles..
Your beautiful eyes dimming
Your hair turning white..
White..
The snow..
The color of bones..
Bones..
BONES six feet deep in the ground..
The ground.
The ground I see us in buried hand in hand.
Hand..
The hand I hold..while giving birth to our child or children as we grow old.
Old enough to know that this is meant to be..
Meant to be I often times think I’m crazy for thinking such things.
Things..things in my head in my mind tell me you’ll leave but my heart..
It speaks to me it tells me that what I think is a lie..
A lie of evil and dark
If that were the case you would have left by now..
You wouldn’t think
Or dream
Or cry
When we have to drop me off at my house
You wouldn’t smile at me the way you do
And tell me you think
That we will make it through
To the end of our lives
You wouldn’t say
I love you
I love you..
I LOVE YOU SO much it burns
Burns like a sacred flame
A flame that never goes out
That forever flame
I just love you..
I love you so much that the cells in my body dance with yours
Every time we touch..
They combine
Combine
I REMEMBER when we first combined
Not just our words
But our bodies
I transcended
Transcended (Why do I think of this)
TRANSCENDED INTO KNOWING THAT YOUR MINE AND IM YOURS.
Jacob had a small farm on the hills outside Picton.
He had sheep, horses and a dozen milking cows.
They were the Bos Taurus bred and could give 10,000 litres of milk a year.
His wife of 25 years Melissa said she was going out on a girls night out.
The problem was, after a few phone calls Jacob found out
That she was at the Mall shopping for sexy underwear with her boyfriend.
Jacob new the marriage was over.
After 25 years of getting up early to milk the cows and feed the animals,
She betrayed him with some loser boyfriend who meant nothing to her.
He decided to confront his situation and finished off a bottle of whiskey.
He then went into the cow shed and sat on a tripod milking chair.
Drunk as he was he found his voice and talked to the cows.
They were a little spooked but just mooed politely.
“Oh cows that are tied up and serve your owners well,
Is your life one of servitude or freedom.
You have all the grass you need and are treated kindly.
But are you happy? Are you cows happy? Are you girls even capable
of being happy?
I tried my best to look after you and get all the vet checks.
I moved you to higher ground when the floods came.
I tended to your every need. Who then is the slave here?
Am I the slave who has to care for you or are you the slaves that
give up milk every day?
I guess I don’t know.
But my Melissa knows. She has chosen a boyfriend who will let her down.
She has given up a good man for a bit of fun. She is not a slave.
I have a job to do. I will decide for you. I will set you
cows free.”
With that Jacob opened the shed door and guided the cows outside.
Some of them wandered slowly unaware of freedom or servitude.
Others ran as fast as they could and left the farm.
Jacob took his rifle and sat down again on the tripod chair.
He put the rifle in his mouth and pulled the trigger.
Morning came and the cows came in only to find Jacob
dead on the floor.
They mooed loudly wanting to be milked but he was gone.
I have this talent - I can create an ex-boyfriend out of thin air. **snapping fingers**
Lisa and I had just gotten back to school from Thanksgiving break and my soon to be ex-study-partner arrives all passively-angry - with that withering, unmistakable, male-balance of harshness and ambivalence. I don’t even know what triggered his moral panic.
I was bewildered at first. “We aren't dating,” I said, “we're study-partners.” We’d agreed early on and I saw the relationship as defined - with a period. He, apparently, saw it as more of an ellipsis…
Then, we kissed one night. We were happy because we’d slammed the midterms. I thought of It as a “champagne kiss” moment of celebration - but it was a mistake that seemed to break some spell between us.
After that, I could never utter the “yes” he wanted and our friendship momentum stalled. You could say that I’ve been slowly contracting around him to ordinariness - like an infatuation balloon deflating into disappointment.
Still, I feel this stupid, hurtful sense of loss. Why am I so bad with guys?? Perhaps I should take the scientific approach and conduct exit-interviews.
I’d LIKE to have a boyfriend, sometimes, but all I can see are negative consequences - and who has the TIME? Most nights, when my homework is finished, there’s only a few hours left over for sleep.
He left me in a lurch - but I went through my class list and managed to study-group-up before finals (thank God).
“Is you a girl or is you a boy”, she said to him one day.
“Come over here an' stay wit' me,” he said, “You'll find out when we play!”
“No I will not play wit' you, I do not play wit' boys.
I do not like 'deir dirty face, I do not like 'deir toys!”
“I have no toys as you kin' see, my face is fresh and clean.
Come over here an' play wit' me, try not to be so mean.”
“I am not mean I'm cautious of you looking for your kicks.
I know you boys wit' out no toys make gurls do naughty tricks!”
“But wait, I do have toys,” he yelled as she turned to walk away.
“My toys are in my pocket, come here so we kin' play.”
“Your pockets are all empty, as I kin' plainly see.
So keep your fat mout' shut and 'dem big eyes offa' me!”
“Wait, wait, wait please play wit' me, we'll have a lot a fun.
I got a bat an ball wit' me, why do you have to run!”
“'Dat bat ain't made to hit 'dat ball, you can't play no game with 'dose.
Besides I'm not suppose ta' have no fun, I'll ruin my new clothes.”
“I wanna' be your friend ya' know, let's just sit an' talk.
Here put 'dis flower in your hair an maybe we kin' walk.”
“I'll take dat' walk if we just talk an' you look straight ahead,
An' if you try to play wit' me I'll bust you in yer' head.”
“Here have another flower, maybe 'dat will make you grin,
walkin' in da' moonlight, it ain't no kinda' sin.”
“I is afraid of moonlight, could ya' please hold my tremblin' hand.
Just be sure to keep in mind I ain't yer' promise land.”
“Your hand feels soft an' warm to me, it feels so heavenly.
I wish 'dat we could sit and talk, beneath 'dat chestnut tree.”
“'Dat tree is full of spiny nuts, the ground is covered wit' dew.
If we sit 'dare I'll pinch my buns and ruin my tutu.”
“'Dat tutu is such a little thing, here put it in my sack,
I got a big ole' blanket in 'dare, let's spread it out and yak.”
“Okay, but please remember I'm just a innocent tease,
I do not know about 'dose birds, I never seen no bees.”
“Thank you for remindin' me, I knew 'dat from the start.
I only wanted you to see my tacky wacky heart.”
“I'm really likin' you boyfriend, I'll stay wit' you a while,
Mom an' dad won't ever know, so now jus' make me smile.”
written April 29, 2016
you can't imagine this pain I feel, the lies you told, I thought you were real.
you tell me what you think I want to hear, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
my heart skipped a naive beat, to the rhythms of the words I've heard so many times before. I know they are lies but I want to hear more.
I want to feel that you love me too
so I stay here tormented and lost with you.
I don't want to let you go but you've changed so much, you're a person all new.
You put me down every chance you get, and never think of the consequence.
the impact you have, it slices at my sole and leave bruises that never go.
I'm torn between what is right and wrong and I'm lost and wondering with a broken mind.
all that I was got left behind, in a place I once was, a place long gone and past.
If I want a new future I must eradicate the last.
I must be free to shine in my light, to bask in its glory and regain my self once more.
I show myself the way to go, for loving is something you have to sometimes let go.
She takes her ways so seriously.
He takes everything so hesitantly.
Both shared their lives since childhood.
Both were not misunderstood.
Their lives did not get complicated.
And so they decided to be dedicated.
They became close and very happy.
Her memory of growing up is so sappy.
He took the time to comb her hair.
She took time to be there.
She took a trip for a week.
He was emotionally weak.
Being away for the first time ever became a bother.
Both of them were not meant for other.
She was not home she felt not right.
He saw that she was full of new insight.
Their feeling becomes true.
They both said at the same time I love you.
She said she cried almost each night.
He said that he was waiting with a light.
She said she looked at the moon.
He said I hope she comes home soon.
Finally she came back.
She said he showed his emotions with no lack.
He said she said that she missed him and longingly.
She said he said that he was so lonely.
The final word is not words it’s just the look in her eyes.
And I know it is not any look that says good byes.
By the late evening, I forgot what you said,
Because we were so caught up in a moment
Of a heartfelt laugh to joke from your head.
I'll always reminisce how our time was spent.
By the morning, I awoken to half-empty bed.
Wishing you could be by my side every night.
But I know someday it will be you who I wed.
I know what awaits us is a future so bright.
By the afternoon, I am a poet always writing
Word after word, words of love for just you.
Please know it's here I'll always be waiting
With binder of poems filled with love so true.
By the night, sometimes though I feel alone,
I'm aware you're just a short train ride away.
I know I can message or call you on a phone.
All I wish is we attain the life for which I pray.