three old poems for the heartbroken

1. here's to heartache

maybe this won’t matter someday

for right now, my heart aches

were you ever genuine?

you traded my heart

for easy action

“things needed to change”

I don’t want this hurt

you’re not worth the pain

you’re not worth the tears

you’re not worth a second glance

2. hotel beds

sleeping in hotel beds beside the girl you loved;

she is beauteous, but so am I

I have wept for days

there is a terrifying shrieking in the back of my skull

I tear at my skin in an effort to make the world stop

she speaks with you on the phone

casually, carefully – calculated

she tells you she loves you and I

only imagine what you say back

3. letter to my crumbling friendships

it didn’t hurt at first

I almost didn’t realize this was “the end”

I stand here,

watching friendships crumble from my mistakes

dreams we’ve shared never to be realized

all those moments now our past, a history

I’ve never felt more alone

never cried so hard

nothing and no one is the same

I won’t lie to myself

or try to pretend I don’t miss the simple things

the inescapable memory of what was

you don’t need me anymore

and I’m sorry to see us go

I don’t know if you’ve noticed,

but I’m completely broken