tonight when I got home
I pulled my hair into a ponytail.
I wished I could have kept pulling,
up and up until every little thing
and every last hair was off my shoulders.
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I was running down my street tonight.
a meager glance down and I saw
another shadow chasing mine.
breathlessly,
excitedly I braked
in time to realize both shadows belonged to me.
-
tonight I mapped the distance
from Salt Lake to Phoenix;
11 hours and 18 minutes.
should I stop through Vegas
or the Grand Canyon?
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I fell asleep alone tonight
in a bed too spacious for my body.
through murky midnight eyes,
I thought I caught you turning over.
what I didn't realize
is that you are not sleeping here
not tonight
and not the night before.

Like the end feel the smoke
White to yellow runs out
Light another, a whole pack
Feel the smoke

Close the window
close the tab.
you know he's not coming back
why do you still hope?

Oh lonely poet girl
for whom does your heart sing?
it sings for the boy in Kansas
a thousand miles away

Why do you think he loves you,
when he leaves without a trace?
why do you say he cares
when he left you high and dry?

oh happy poet girl
tell me from the past
do you believe he loves you?
if so, love him back

delete his email
delete his contact
scratch out his name
from your heart

oh tired poet girl
don't give up just yet
if he truly loves you
you know he will come back

erase his phone number
delete your den
tell your friends
not to mention him

oh joyful poet girl
Is it he who makes you smile?
if so then you're in love
treasure the smiles and him

Get him out
of your mind,
and soon he can be out
of your heart

oh scared poet girl
what makes you cower in fear?
the thought of him leaving
and never coming back

He abandoned you,
yet you love him still?
in what way does he
deserve your love?

oh hopeful poet girl
with dreams of a future so bright
hold on to those dreams,
maybe they'll come true.

Close the window
close the tab
If he loved you,
he would've come back

oh sad poet girl,
who is it that broke your heart?
who is it that can fix it?
they're the same boy

I try so hard
to write beautiful poems,
to write happy poems.

I want so much
to seem happy,
to be okay.

I try so hard
to write happy poems
and yet, they're always fake.

I tried to find you at the bottom of a bottle
Laying down on the bathroom floor
My loneliness was a rattle in the windows
You said you don't want me anymore

And you left me
Standing on a corner crying,
Feeling like a fool for trying
I don't even remember
Why I'm wasting all these tears on you
I wish I could erase our memory
'Cause you didn't give a **** about me
Oh, finally I'm through
Wasting all these tears on you
These tears on you

You ain't worth another sleepless night
And I'll do everything I gotta do to get you off my mind
'Cause what you wanted I couldn't give
What you did, boy, I'll never forget

And you left me
Standing on a corner crying
Feeling like a fool for trying
I don't even remember
Why I'm wasting all these tears on you
I wish I could erase our memory
'Cause you didn't give a **** about me
Oh, finally I'm through
Wasting all these tears on you
These tears on you

And you left me
Standing on a corner crying
Feeling like a fool for trying
I don't even remember
Why I'm wasting all these tears on you
I wish I could erase our memory
'Cause you didn't give a **** about me
Oh, finally I'm through
Wasting all these tears on you
Oh, oh, these tears on you

I tried to find you at the bottom of a bottle
Laying down on the bathroom floor

A single last scarlet autumn leaf, still clinging to the branch despite knowing that winter is coming. Maybe doomed, but a noble thing to do with its last moments of existence. To stay by the side of the tree through the cold when it is almost entirely bare. A spark of hope.

A single last petal left on a plucked daisy, he loves me. Maybe not true but a delicate type of fragile beauty. A single silken pure white petal. A spark of hope.

A single last person by the bedside of a stranger on their deathbed. Holding the hands of the terminal patient as life fades out of their body like blowing out a candle. A spark of hope.

It only takes a single last spark of hope.

Repost if someone has been YOUR single last spark of hope. Or if you just really like to repost stuff, then you go on and feel free to do that! I fully support that! ;P
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry or your thoughts on my work or on poetry itself as an art! :)