You Broke My Heart . .
You broke my heart and I think you should know. I cant say it to your face so i wrote it in a poem.

Bitch. I’ve spent nights rendered helpless damn near breathless beneath the weight of your touch. Every time you exhaled, I felt a ligament crush. I spent hours and hours beneath the heat from your lips and every time your tongue slipped through I felt my earth axis tilt; shift. your eyes like fire in the furnace of hell how I’ve fallen so deeply within them the inferno that is you. You burn me alive in your head.

You never loved me all along, Did you? I was never the one, I was only convenient. But why? Didn’t I treat you as a queen should be treated. Didn’t I serenade you with all that I’m gifted. Didn’t I give you my heart from the sleeve that I stitched it? I wanted to write a poem about you and call it “The Coldest Winter Ever.” I wanted it to be reflected so that when you read it you feel the rage running rampage throughout my veins. I wanted to tell you of all those nights that I longed for your cool breeze to interrupt heated sleep with fucking tension headaches so strong they could knock God off his throne. I wanted you to break them; to make them go away, but instead you choose to fade away. Like basketball players after midrange to three point shots they were certain would hit the net and then the floor. Like distant memories like the endings of songs we love the most.

Do you remember the day we met? It was like perfection; like my nervousness at its peak, my eyes lower than my feet, my shivering vocals when we’d speak. You knew you could break me, you made me weak. And I’m afraid its almost too cliche to say that the day that you left felt like the day that my sun refused to shine and ever since then I’ve been feeling like less than I actually am. And I just wanted to be every day of the rest of your life. I wanted to be like the time you first learned to walk. You know, the memory you don’t actually remember but something you’ve learned that you can never forget. I wanna be your tongue and the reason for every word that you’ve spoken out of anger, pain, happiness. I wanted to be an everyday reminder to you that love was real. You didn’t want that.

You broke my heart and I think you should know, I can’t say it to your face so i wrote it in a poem. I think you should know that one day I’m able to move on but other guys are just nothing like you. They’re nothing like you.

Psych!!
You’re nothing but wasted time you stupid bitch. I’m glad I’m free of all your drama and your useless shit. I hate bitches like you. Never know what you have ‘til it’s gone so long that I actually wanna mourn and resent the day that I met you but cherish the day the very day that we died. You stupid bitch. How could it have not been apparent? You don’t deserve me. I can do better than you. I’m glad that I know that. So while some new guy is sleeping in my bed on top of your space in our memories defacing all that you are I hope to you I become a permanent scare, one cocoa butter cant rid you of. I hope every time you see me you ache. Tv’s, magazines. I hope to become the reason you’re never able to love again. I hope you regret all of this. But most importantly, I hope you’re happy and I wish you the best.

Angel Haze