*
you don’t always find out that hearts can be
made out of helium balloons
until you see your own,
slightly bruised and separated from his.
it doesn’t always occur to you soon enough that
sometimes he is too scared to tell you
(that even though his love leaves water rings and
construction paper crinkles of
perfection)
your love became more of a funeral,
where he cannot know what he had until
it’s gone and he is standing
in a room with his best friends and pretty girls
and some furniture with ashtrays and CD cases.
he’ll wonder then where you are and
why ‘you and him’ should have meant
multiplication, not curved edges and dotdotdot
and maybe that’s when he’ll miss you because
you can’t fully understand something when you just
don’t know.
just like he doesn’t know that you didn’t believe
his roof-top slant of “I will never” until he said “trust me” –and you did.
just like he didn’t see your heart write a novel all about
his blue eyes and fingertips walking out agreements to his proposals
and just like how his heart changed without
warning and yours made a brick wall landing
because of it.
so without him I am not less
and I am not oh-so-weak
and I can breathe fine because I could before
but sometimes you have to realize your friend was right when she said it’s possible
to find the right person at the wrong time and
the only thing you can do is hope
that later on it will still be the right person but now it’s
at the right time
because love comes back
if it ever was to go M.I.A.
it will return once whatever was missing, wasn’t really missing,
but just misunderstood and now you can continue.
life doesn’t end because of a boy.
your ‘single girl’ independence means you had
four walls and a roof already
and if someone you love leaves doesn’t mean
he cracked the dry wall and made you fall,
you had a choice to be strong
and that’s not a cliché.
it means there are too many other women who
know your heart because it reminds them of themselves
and they would say to be strong,
to be whole and complete without him because
you are worth more than a helium balloon heart
and the boy that finds that out
will be the one to prove it to you and never
change his mind.
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"why ‘you and him’ should have meant
multiplication, not curved edges and dotdotdot"
YES.
Hm.
and
YES.
*hallelujahs*
--
I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
And thanks for the encouragement to write about it and the title.
Can you tell I was trying to work on Math? Lol...
--
"They call me a poet,
I wonder what they would say if
they saw me
from the inside?" -Saul Williams
~Jenn
I am such a bad person to talk to about boys, haha. I had like multitudes of way fucked up relationships and then trying out 'messing around' with men...and being drunken...and bars. I feel like I give a lot of credit to Sean because going into it I feel like I understood NOTHING about men at all! I had never even had a close male friend!
And pretty much all of high school I had super short hair, wore really large clothes and was very asexual. Its been a fun ride evolving from THAT era of myself, lemmee tell ya, haha.
woo.
*tiptoes through the tulips*
--
I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
you know what always sticks out in that poem that your screenname is from (poet Ralph Angel or whatever...) and that is
"even love returns"
Does everything happen for a reason?
In current meditation and life-learning, I would have to say yes.
Take heart.
*hands it to you*
--
I hear
your voice
down the hall, through the window, above
all those trees, a light
it seems
& you are singing. What song
is that The words
are beautiful.
-LeRoi Jones
Eh, I like talking to you. Even when you talk about yourself and Sean I learn...because sometimes learning from others is better than on your own for everything.
--
"They call me a poet,
I wonder what they would say if
they saw me
from the inside?" -Saul Williams
~Jenn
so cute and hopeful. i sent him that poem the day after...and now realize the fullness of it. wowza!
--
"They call me a poet,
I wonder what they would say if
they saw me
from the inside?" -Saul Williams
~Jenn
to find the right person at the wrong time and
the only thing you can do is hope
that later on it will still be the right person but now it’s
at the right time
because love comes back
if it ever was to go M.I.A.
it will return once whatever was missing, wasn’t really missing,
but just misunderstood and now you can continue."
oh.
my.
god.
-falls over in awe-
--
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
in an open tab when your judgment's on the brink.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as you're lying there, drifting off to sleep.
the postal service is love.
--
"Live or Die, but don't spoil everything"
--
~burn-p0etry
~the-zodiac-club
Cuz she's the smartest cookie in the house!
Thanks again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
--
"They call me a poet,
I wonder what they would say if
they saw me
from the inside?" -Saul Williams
~Jenn
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