The Last Pathetic Love Poem

I’m going to tell you this is a poem
          It’s what you expect it to be.
It looks like a poem. It acts like a poem
                 It sort of even has a bit of a rhyming scheme.
(we’ll just pretend that be and scheme rhyme real well, ok?)

This is a poem about broken hearts
          There’s quite a few out there.
This poem is not much different from those
                    I just thought you might care.
(though I advice you check out the other poems out there)

I don’t express myself freely when it comes to talk
             In fact you sometimes have to pry
Keep on questioning me about this and that
                           Eventually I’ll get annoyed by your fiftieth “why?”
(and even then it will take me another ten minutes to tell you)

My vocabulary is pretty shallow. My poem lacks the beauty
          That those extravagant poems of flourish hold
My words are understood easily by the population
                       My stories in poetry are quite easy to be told.
(sometimes I wonder why you’re still even reading this)

I just wanted to let you know how much it hurts me
                To never see you around these parts.
Even my poems are feeling lonely
                           Because it is like I’m missing half my heart.
(but you’re not around to give it back)

I cannot write with the same passion, I’ve realized
                My poems for some reason seem to be dying
I don’t feel the joy I once did when I spoke of love and dreams
                           Even though I sit here and keep trying.
(Lord knows I keep trying…)

So this is the last poem I’ll be dedicating
            To the one who still owns my heart.
It’s shattered. It’s tattered.
                          Oh, it’s torn all apart.
(but no one is around to help me pick it up)

I’ll be fine on my own. I’m strong
              Or at least I can pretend.
But even when I find myself falling
                         I’ve got the best of friends.
(they know how to pick me back up)

Don’t worry about me, I’ll be smiling
               My heart will heal eventually.
I’ll amuse myself with other things
                               Perhaps explore different types of poetry.
(oh who am I kidding? Love always finds a way into my words)

I know I was never anything you wanted
         I’m just a little odd that way.
You would have realized the mistake
                     Perhaps you did and that’s why you pushed me away.
(Funny how life works out that way)

No regrets. Of course I’m a little sad
           You’re the best love I’ve ever had.
You showed me my heart in a different light
                               You held my hand late into the night.
(but no one holds my hand now)

No need to apologize. No excuses here
             I was never very good at saying goodbyes
I would so easily take you back
                    Welcome you with open arms into my life.
(I’m going to be strong. I’m going to go forth alone)

So this is the most pathetic poem you’ll ever read
                 The longest one in fact, you’ll see
Of broken hearts and saying goodbye
                    And letting your heart be free.
(Your heart was always free, though)

These are the words I could never say
                But in poetry I set my heart take wing
You can find my soul in each passage
                             Hear my heart sing.
(such a sad and off-beat sound)

This is a poem. It has finally reached its end
            It might be awhile until you hear from it again.
This is a poem from a poet who doesn’t remember how to write
                           Now that inspiration is lacking in her life.
(you were the inspiration, but I’ll live again. I’ll live again)