Poems for Ex-Boyfriends

and the other obsolete men in my life

broken, cracked, and dry

love was a bone buried deep

and left to decay

Tonic and Gin: a Villanelle

I can’t stop thinking and you won’t begin

Memories bind me like chains holding fast

Do you not wonder what we would have been?

You see my frown and respond with a grin

No good can come from unearthing our past

I can’t stop thinking and you won’t begin

Me with my tonic and you with your gin

There was a tenderness there in the last

Do you not wonder what we would have been?

You say it’s futile and I feel chagrin

There’s only sorrow where once there was wrath

I can’t stop thinking and you won’t begin 

I draw outside the lines; you draw within

Perhaps we sought an impassable path

Do you not wonder what we would have been?

If you were virtue then I would be sin

There might be love here but this soon will pass

I can’t stop thinking and you won’t begin 

Do you not wonder what we would have been?

i’ll kill myself if

you break up with me, he said.

be my fucking guest

hey i wrote a motherf***ing sonnet, everybody. it’s in iambic pentameter. i thought you’d like to know.

i’ll sing the song of what i thought was love

you must forgive the foolishness of youth

for many of these men were not above

foul deeds of which i now shall tell the truth

we start where lurid tales will oft’ begin

i walked the halls of gruesome middle school

an awkward child i could not hope to win

affection from a boy i thought was cool

the pass of time would grow a man from boy

surprised i was when any would choose me

i clung to each and rarely could enjoy

so sensing desperation they would flee

a decade gone, i learned to pick and choose

to date the men i knew i liked the best

but still i could not cease to feel abused

my tweenaged self had not been put to rest

it took me until now to realize

that life is not a middle school disguised

you were too chicken

to break up with me so you

were an ass instead

making out with you

in front of everybody

on the jazz band bus

you sent me flowers

and made me a mix cd

some things start sweetly

i don’t know you now

maybe you have a girlfriend

i hope she loves you

when we met you had

red kicks and a rain coat on

i wore a striped dress

i went to your house

you gave me a glass of wine

was that our first date?

you slept in my bed

and then we went on a date

i’m sorry i bailed

after senior year

you drove to my house without

wearing any shoes

i was your rebound

if you could do it again

would you take her back?

when you looked at me

i could feel it on my skin

did you feel it too?

it means nothing but

the best date i ever had

ended on a train