I feel I'm falling face first on broken knees,
All because your lust still lingers on my lips,
With the memory of fingers pushing into my hips.
But you know I never could make love stay.
And I'm sorry I keep on calling you all the time.
You only love me as a friend, I heard what you said.
But I've lost some things, like my heart in your bed,
My earring too, and I'll be needing that back.
We're just sour gummie bears and stale cigarettes.
Touching, swapping spit, and taking long car rides,
Never even knowing what the next turn decides.
Only the here and now of Hopeful and Bitter
Author notes
"Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."
A contest entry
- How can you mend a broken heart by rainyday woman.
875 points, ended October 15, 2008, 27 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Thank you for entering this contest and sharing your piece with all of us. I enjoyed reading it very much.
Cheryl
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