Chapter Two

Broken
Hearts

Foreboding

Though we thought it would last forever

It seems our hearts had other plans.

They began to withdraw from one another

Far before we did.

The Forest

Do you feel the moss under your hands?

Do you smell the forest air?

Do you see the sun through the trees

And hear the birds singing?

We have met here many times

In my mind:

The forest behind that old house

Where I escaped to so often.

Do you remember this place?

We have been here together, you know,

More times than I can count.

This is where I keep my love for you.

This is where I keep you contained,

A fantasy that can never come true.

This is where I feel most free.

This is the well of unmade memories.

The Worst Lie

The worst lie

Our culture teaches us

Is that romantic love

Is the answer

To all of life’s problems,

As if it is some magic spell

That suddenly transforms life

Into a rose-colored wonderland

Without struggle or pain.

The Same Old Path

These days my mind wanders

Toward you

Far more often

Than I would like.

I can’t stop thinking about you;

You take up space

I should be using

For more pressing matters.

I retread the same path

As if visiting the same place

Over and over again

Could lead to a different result.

Cast Off the Remnants

Everything was in slow motion

As I unclenched my hand

And released yours from my grasp.

We were alone, floating in the middle

Of a dark chasm.

Your face recoiled

As you realized

You could no longer use me.

Instantly a weight lifted from my chest

And I was free

As I cast off the remnants

Of the person

You forced me to become.

Finally I burst from my shell,

On the verge of death,

Gasping for air.

I am free, free

Reaching for the heavens.

I am free, free

Taking my life

Back into my hands.

The Thought of Losing You

I struggle with the thought of losing you.

What would I be

Without you?

I want to hold you tight

And cherish the feeling of you

And your warmth next to me.

But I know I can’t hold on too tightly

Because that’s how flames are smothered

And that’s how romance dies.

Before, it was only a dream

That our love could blossom

Into something special.

But now that my dream has come true

Fear of loss grips me.

I have to accept that I can’t control life

And I must live in the moment,

Cherishing your every detail

While I still have you.

For as long as I get to love you

I will love you with all that I am.

Sunlight

Addicted

To the idea

Of love,

We were like seeds

Which sat in the sun

Expecting to grow

But withering away,

Forgetting the value

Of soil and rain.

If I Should Lose You

If I should lose you,

I want you to know

That I will never truly

Get over you.

You gave me everything I could want

And I tried to do the same,

Though that wasn’t much.

If I should lose you,

Know that I only want you

To be happy,

That I only wish you the best.

And if that means

You must love someone else,

Then so be it,

Because I love you

More than I love myself.

And if I have to suffer every day

Watching you love a better man,

Then I will put on a smiling mask

And be happy for you.

If I should lose you,

Know that I lost everything.

Liars

I have seen what people will do

Just to keep loneliness at bay.

They will fake whole relationships

And lie about their intentions

Just because they cannot stand

To be alone with themselves.

Maze

I am afraid

That I am wasting

My one chance

To be truly honest

With myself.

Am I chasing after whispers?

You tell me they will slip through my hands

Like some vacant apparition;

Perhaps you are right,

And my belief that I

Might someday catch them

Is only self-indulgence. . . .

Maybe I’m throwing away

The best thing in my life

For reasons that don’t make sense.

You make it so easy to doubt myself:

Because it was never all bad,

I don’t feel like I’m allowed to leave,

That I’m being selfish,

That I owe you something.

I’m afraid I’ve gotten lost

In a maze of my own making.

Blacksmith

I pour my heart out on these pages.

Ruthlessly I melt it down

Like molten gold

And pound it into shape

With my pen.

Why do I do this to myself?

What do I have to gain

By causing myself

To relive the same pain?

Remorse

I didn’t think

The small moments

Would be so difficult—

Seeing something funny

And wanting to share it with you

As I always do

But then remembering

Our unbroken silence.

Waves of remorse overtake me.

Train in the Night

I lie awake in my bed,

Listening to the sound

Of the train passing by

In the night.

It reminds me

Of our careless adventures,

Untethered to earthly demands,

Free of constraints.

It’s all I can do to stop myself

From packing my bags

And leaving this place

As quickly as I can.

Too many memories here,

Too many forlorn ghosts

Reminding me of a happiness

That has long since passed.

Derelict Castles

We built a castle together

On a hill near the sea.

I hate to see it derelict

With no one to tend the grounds.

I thought it would be better

If we ended things peacefully,

But now I think it might be worse

To see what we built still standing,

Just abandoned, but not broken down.

Perhaps it would be better off as ashes.

Horcruxes

These photos—

So many horcruxes

Containing the soul

Of us,

Our unforgivable sin,

The murder we committed

Together.

We are each haunted

By the specter of the deed,

Or at least I am.

And if I must bear this pain

I hope you feel it, too.

Leaving

The hardest lesson of heartbreak

Is that you can still love someone

While knowing you shouldn’t be with them.

That makes it all the harder to let go,

All the harder to be the one who leaves,

All the harder to abandon ship.

Captive

I find myself wanting

To cleanse my mind

Of your memory.

If I could just forget

The magic of your touch

And the rush that accompanied

Your every word,

Perhaps then I could be free.

I am a prisoner

Of your memory,

A captive

Of possibility,

But every day I inch closer

To leaving you in the past.

You may break my heart

But you cannot lock my soul away.

Erosion

All of our small memories

Will be forgotten

As time erodes their edges

As surely as the sea

Erodes the shore,

Until all that is left of us

Is a vague remembrance

Of what used to be everything.

Echoes

I stumble upon

An old photograph of us

That transports me

To the place we used to be.

I hear the echoes

Of our joyous laughter;

Our journey passes me by

Like a rock skipped onto a wave.

The memory ejects me

And I return to the present,

Reminded of how

Life turned joy into misery.

Changed Locks

You never deserved what I gave you.

You saw my love as an opportunity.

You came and went as you pleased.

I hate to say it, but you used me.

Next time you come around

You will find that the locks have changed

And your key no longer works.

You will find that I’ve changed my number

And your voicemails will remain unanswered.

Though I doubt you’d bother sending any,

Still, I will never check

This is the closure I deserve.

Someone

You didn’t care

Who you were kissing—

You just wanted to be kissed.

You didn’t care

Who you were loving—

You just wanted to be loved.

You didn’t care,

You just wanted someone;

You didn’t care if it was me.

Bittersweet Mistake

Driving around these empty streets

In the middle of the night,

Wondering if this was all

Some bittersweet mistake.

The problem with love

Is that it’s not so easy to tell

Where the good ends and the bad begins.

They don’t separate like oil and water;

The difference isn’t clear—

Everything is muddled.

I don’t know if it’s worth it

To keep fighting

For what we have.

I don’t know

Where these streets

Will take me.

Your Favorite Place

The vines cascade down

Over the whitewashed brick.

The avant-garde décor

Clashes with the patrons:

The place you always loved.

Now I’m here alone

And I can finally say

How much I hate it.

How a toddler

Could make better coffee,

How a craft aisle

Has more class,

How . . .

How much I miss you,

If I’m being honest.

Out in the Rain

I hope you find someone

Who gives you the feeling

Of completeness

You were always looking for.

I hope you find someone

Who would rather

Stay inside when it rains

Than go out into it.

I hope you find someone

Who gives you everything

You ever wanted

That I couldn’t.

Expendable

It is such a painful realization

To see that you

Never loved me

For who I was.

You only loved me

For the place I could hold

In your life

Whenever you found it convenient.

To you I was expendable,

Just another listening ear

And comforting voice.

Tell me, did it ever dawn on you

That our conversations

Would be no different

If I were anyone else?

I wish you cared about me

And not just

What I did for you.

Soften the Blow

I spent far too long

Wondering how to do it

Without making it my fault.

I think I would’ve hurt you less

If I had just told you I was unhappy

Instead of trying to soften the blow.

Prisoner

It took me far too long

To realize

That by indulging in the pain

Every time I thought about you,

I built these altars,

These shrines of rose-colored memories,

To worship the thought of you.

Perhaps I took comfort in the familiarity

And became a willing prisoner

Of my self-inflicted misery.

It took me far too long

To realize

I should’ve celebrated,

Rather than mourned,

The death of us.

A Place I Cannot Go

There’s another universe

Somewhere out there

Where we

Are still together.

It breaks my heart

That it exists

Yet I can never go there.

If only I could jump in a spaceship

And fly through the multiverse

To find that happy place.

If only it were that simple;

If only I could run away

To that place

I cannot go.

Harmony

I miss sharing the moments with you.

I miss the feeling

Of experiencing life

With someone else.

Watching you enjoy a sunset

Was like poetry,

Music became spiritual,

And food became art.

Without you

The sun still sets,

Food still nourishes,

And there is still music—

But it is dissonant.

You were the harmony,

The synthesis of melodies

Into something greater.

Without you

The music feels

Dull.

Cut Away

I let you cut away

At my identity

Piece by piece

Until I could hardly

Recognize myself.

By giving up

Parts of myself

To make you happy,

I made myself miserable.

That is a mistake

I will never make

Again.

Moving Away

Sometimes I think

Of packing up my bags

And moving

To Los Angeles

Like every other artist

Trying to find

Some sense of belonging.

Sometimes I think

Of flying off to New York,

As if the city lights

Could somehow

Hold back the darkness.

Sometimes I think

Of getting a van

And driving down

The coast,

Hoping that experiences

Could chip away

At my uncertainty.

But I know none of that would work:

Changing the scenery

Does not change the soul.

A Ship Without an Anchor

You can’t let love

Define your life.

If you need another person

To validate you

For who you are,

You become a ship

Without an anchor

That can float from

Harbor to harbor

But can never moor

On solid ground.

Tides

I can’t keep letting myself

Fall back in love with you

Over and over again;

I can’t tie my heart

To the ups and downs

Of your waves.

You make me happier

Than anyone ever has.

You bring me to the crests

Of mountainous ocean waves,

Tasting Elysium in the wind.

But when you are done

Playing with me,

I fall down, plunging.

I keep forgetting how much

It hurts to fall

From such a great height.

I have been wounded

Too many times before.

It’s time I learned my lesson—

I cannot afford to tie my heart

To the ups and downs of someone

Who doesn’t care enough to be careful.

Broad Strokes

The curse of time is that we

Are no longer entranced

By the magic of moments;

As dry history replaces vivid art

And details we didn’t notice

Replace the broad strokes

We first fell in love with.

Half-Hearted

I’ll always treasure the moments we had

But in truth I don’t know

If I will ever love again,

At least not with my whole heart,

Because part of it

Will always be yours.

Sober Love

When was the last time we just . . . hung out? Spent time together? Sober. Clean. It’s been so long, I don’t even remember. . . . What if we’ve forgotten how to love the real versions of each other? What if our brains are so fucked up, they’ll love anything? I just want to know. Give me a night with you, the real you. Let me touch you and kiss you and love you—I just want to feel again. I want to be together in that wretched sobriety, that dullness, and remember the way it was when we first fell in love.

Utopia

We are consumed

With being in love.

We hold up romance

As some kind of utopia—

If only we could make it there,

All our problems

All our sorrows

All our pain

All our suffering

Would be dispelled by the power

Of love

As if by magic.

But that’s not how life works.

There is no utopia,

No magical solution.

Love cannot fix us

No matter how much we wish

It could.

Dystopia

Broken glasses, cloudy vision,

Dust and haze hangs in the air,

Half-decimated skyscrapers on either side

Of this bleak, deserted highway.

This is a trip down memory lane,

As I must return here now and again

And look upon the desolate ruins

Of the world we built together.

I am only a tourist here these days

And I see it with calmer eyes now,

No longer shocked by the destruction

The way I used to be.

Time has calmed my spirit

And made still the rivers of grief.

Soon, I am sure, this once-grand city

Will be a forgotten speck on an ancient map.

Milestones

The first time I saw her

I felt it in my face

As I smiled.

The first time we kissed

I felt it in my spine

As if it were lightning.

When I first told her I loved her,

I felt it in my chest

As nervousness took away my breath.

The first time we fought

I felt it in my stomach

As regret made me nauseous.

When it ended,

I felt nothing

At first,

Before I felt

It all

At once.

Burnt Matches

Every time we try

To rekindle

This same old match

It only burns deeper

Into the fabric

Of who I am

Until there’s nothing left

Of me

But ash.

It’s so tempting

To feel the spark

One last time.

But each time

Hurts more,

And each time

Less and less of me

Remains.

Limitless

Young and in love,

We walked the street

As the cool autumn air

Gently touched our faces.

Optimistic, unacquainted with failure,

We saw only possibility

Instead of limitations.

If only we

Could have stayed

That way.

Selfish

It’s not selfish

To do what makes you happy.

You don’t owe anyone

Anything.

Let no one lay claim to your life

To use for their own happiness.

You are your own person;

You must put yourself first.

Wind

You shattered my heart

Into a thousand tiny fragments

And tossed them to the wind

Without a care.

Explanations

I have always felt

That I owe everyone

An explanation

For everything.

You see, this is why

I have the right

To be the way

That I am

Or do

What I am doing.

But I am done giving

Explanations.

I don’t owe you

Anything.

Not a damn thing.

Unending War

There is an unending war

Between my intuition and my heart.

They want opposite things:

To love you or leave you forever.

I am afraid there will never be peace

Until it is already too late,

Until this conflict has destroyed

Any chances of moving on.

Relief

When those words left my mouth

Like bullets from a gun,

I thought the recoil would hurt me

As much as it hurt you.

I thought the world would crumble around me

And I would be awash with remorse,

Having to fight to keep strong,

Surviving in some great struggle

But the words slipped out by accident

And I didn’t feel destroyed;

All I felt

Was relief.

Embrace Your Madness

Do not let go of the chaos

That wraps itself around your soul.

Do not let the world tame you

When your spirit yearns to be free.

Embrace the madness within you

That defies the decrees of monotony.

Do not let the world cloud your light;

Do not let the world chip away

At the infinity within you.

Endless Ink

You are a bottomless well

Of pain to me.

No matter how many times

I dip my pen

Into the ink

Of us

It never runs dry.

I don’t know how it’s possible

To love

—and yet hate—

Someone

So much.

Sandcastles

I am prone to thinking

That the relationships we build

Will be permanent by default,

Standing strong against time,

Only building upward.

But relationships aren’t stone manors;

They’re sandcastles on the beach,

Modeled after the real thing,

But which only wash away

With the next tide,

Weak and immaterial,

As ephemeral as a smell

Or an idea.

Looking at You

I look at you

And instantly

Every scenario

That could have been

Springs to mind.

My soul is crushed

As I look at the space

Between us;

We could be standing closer,

Happy and in love

But not in this life.

No, in this life

I will forever be haunted

By everything

We could have been.

I would give up anything

In life

To have you.

Love Does Not Subtract

The most important thing

I have learned

From relationships

Is that you should never settle

For someone

Who makes you feel

Like you need to be

Less of yourself

To please them.

Be with someone

Who pushes you

To become

More and more

Of who

You are meant to be.

High-Rise View

I have spent so much time

Being heartbroken

Over people

Who were never really mine

To begin with.

I get attached too quickly

To grandiose ideas

Of everything we could be.

I never seem to learn

That foundations take time,

And I am far too anxious

To jump to the high-rise view

Without actually building that tall.

The Second Loss

I don’t know

Which hurt worse,

When I first lost you

Or when the memories

Began to lose their color

And the feelings

Began to lose their passion.

The pain of heartbreak

Is always twofold:

First, you lose them

And then you lose

The parts of yourself

That loved them.

Alternate Endings

I never told you how I felt about you.

I never told you I loved you.

I never told you what you meant to me.

I never told you the truth.

You carry pieces of my soul

No one else has ever seen.

Tell me, do you treasure them?

Or have you already let them go?

These alternate endings

Dangle in my hands

Like loose strings.

These are the remnants

Of all the stories

Never finished.

Growing a Rose

I have been guilty

Of falling too fast

And too hard.

I have expected rosebuds

Before the stem

Was strong enough

To support them.

I never learned to take it slowly

To build with care and caution

But so it is with youthful love.

Our Bridge

I find myself regretting the way

I burned down our bridge

With such reckless anger.

I find myself sitting

At the edge of the cliff,

The sea that separates us

Stretching out before me.

I imagine that you are sitting too

At the place where our bridge

Once connected

The lands of our souls.

Do you mourn for us like I do?

Are you as obsessed as I am

With all the different ways

Our story could’ve ended?

But there’s no use sitting here

Much longer.

Hope alone could not restore

What we once had.

It’s time I moved on.

Mature Endings

I want the type of relationship

Where we wouldn’t feel the need

To delete the pictures

If it ended.

I want to catch up

Every once in a while

Over coffee

And accept that it stopped working

But be grateful for when it did.

I want to know

That if it ends,

It was despite our best efforts

And best intentions.

Know that if it ends

I will never speak badly of you

Or what we built together.

And even if

The time comes

To stop

Loving you,

I will never stop loving you.