a Horrendously Sucky poem for my Highschool Sweetheart

First a brief explanation for this piece of crap: Sometimes in life we have sudden thoughts and realizations about things we thought were solidly in the past and that we’d completely recovered from. In these situations I write to help it get out of my head. Otherwise, I’ll dwell on it for far too long and play out the situation in my head over and over with different outcomes. Writing is a much better outlet, especially when what I want in that moment isn’t something appropriate to ask for or I’m half a world away from the person (or in this case, both). 

Alright, now here’s what I’m very charitably referring to as a poem:

Can I ask for something really selfish?

What we had was immature


but when things were good

I was really happy


You were my first love

You should have been my first kiss

Instead, that was stolen by my assaulter

Though years ago

it haunts me still


So, would you do me a favor?

Let’s pick a memory and relive it


when it feels right,

kiss me.


Kiss me like you would have then,

when we were young and happy.

When we loved each other

and I was too naïve to see it would never work.



Help me rewrite history.


The Least Technical Poem I’ve Ever Written.

I went back to the place we fell in love

And roamed the crowed streets alone

The sights

The smells

I thought it might feel empty without you


But it was so alive

I felt so alive


I went back to the place we fell in love

It hasn’t changed much but we have

It’s ended

It’s done

I worried I feel closer to you there


But I’ve never felt further away

And it was liberating


I went back to the place we fell in love

But I realized

It was the place I loved all along