Birthday

I can imagine a hundred ways
Of wishing you well;
And anxiety has me
Under her breathless spell.

I concoct words to try
To see, if you feel the same;
But you must have by now
Quite buried my name.

I remain your first love
So, I wish to wish you:
Here’s hoping then
You find another love this true.

(I know you’ve read my text
And yet you choose not to reply,
You let me down one last time

I now will cease to try.)

Boo

Every time I think I am getting over
you,
A friend comes home
And says,
”You’re better off, boo”;
Or
an underwear
You
left
behind,
Sneaks out of our drawer,
And fucks with my mind;
Or
I see some guy
Walking down the street…
And I am reminded
of your
Hair,
or eyes,
or gait,
or feet –
And, no matter what therapy I have gainfully employed,
You
descend on my heart,
And I find it
destroyed.

Losing a Part

I lose a part of me,
When someone I love leaves –
It does not matter
Who controls whom or who deceives.

I lose a part of me,
For it feels like I am broken inside –
I feel no shame to say so,
For I am not the one to run and hide.

My loss becomes public:
Everyone can see this heart on my sleeve –
And though I lose parts of me,
I’m never the one who chooses to leave.