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Josephine Wilea Mar 2020
and i know
that to you
it's just a game

but you know
exactly how to
make my heart ache
Josephine Wilea Mar 2020
icy blue eyes
fixed just below
the camera

almost
but not quite
calling me home.
Josephine Wilea Feb 2020
Eli S.                                  10/3/17
To: Eli S.

NO SUBJECT

Are you here yet?

Sincerely, Eli S.
Josephine Wilea Feb 2020
Today I received
A pocket-warmed Hershey kiss
Not permitted by the laws of veganism.
An obligatory Orange Crush from a friend
Only because I bought one for her.
A fresh wave of desire
The sun colored your hair golden.
A complimentary punch in the gut
That smile used to be reserved for me.
A dose of Focalin
To focus on something other than you.
Happy f*cking Valentine's Day
Josephine Wilea Feb 2020
we were going to get married
on the beach
barefoot
in the dead of winter
partly because we loved
the cold salty air
partly because we wanted
to defy the norms
we certainly did.
#winter #beach #love
Josephine Wilea Feb 2020
But I guess it wasn't all bad,

because now I have a journal full of

poorly written breakup poetry.
Josephine Wilea Feb 2020
I put my faith in pinky promises
and astrology apps.
It isn’t our mistakes that first come to mind
when I think of us,
Though they certainly do.
Instead, I remember the French cafe
From where I can no longer bring myself
to buy hot chocolate.
Instead, I remember curling up in a plastic chair,
feeding two quarters to a payphone
dropped them more than once
in my excitement for ten minutes of your time.
From Winter Beach Weddings to
Three months of “missing my calls”
I’m not quite sure how we got here.
High school rock music shook my skull.
I thought my kneecaps would pop off
and leave me sprawled on the auditorium floor.
Her angelic voice made my ears bleed.
A colossal, though unintentional, “*******”.
First heartbreaks are like golden retriever puppies:
They contain infinite stores of energy that somehow manage
to refill themselves after only a few hours’ rest.
Their blonde hair is everywhere.
You are everywhere.
We were like George and Lennie:
“clinging together in the face of loneliness and alienation”.
It was never going to end well.
And I could write (have written)
so many bitter, hurt, apologetic heartbreak poems
a million stanzas that are essentially
paraphrased Waterparks lyrics.
But none of this will change the fact
that I likely won’t receive an Orange-Crush soda
on Valentine’s Day.
In honor of Valentine's Day, this is a compilation of some of my favorite lines from breakup poems I have written.
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