06-13-2012, 12:48 PM
I don't normally share my poems, because a lot of them tend to be about personal life experiences (and I especially don't share them under the real name I write under.) However -- since it was requested, I'll share a poem I wrote about a guy I dated and ended up having a horribly falling-out with last October. The words are ironic mostly based on how the month-long dating relationship ended.
So, without further ado...
The Cold Regret
So, without further ado...
The Cold Regret
Quote:You smell of cigarette smoke
And sweatâs regret
But that doesnât matter
Iâll make a bet
That if you stick around,
The Jones, the Jets,
That my pain will matter
The cold regret
It doesnât matter
If I have two dollars
Iâll buy you the world
And serve breakfast platters
Upon which eggs are served
So creamy and pearled
The platters are silver
And the desk is pure
Because it doesnât matter
If Iâve got the world
âCause Iâve got you
And thatâs all that matters
It could be the wind
It could be the rain
This ample touch
This lack of shame
âCause I donât feel it
This babyâs game
âCause when I grew up
They said I had plenty
A jaded touch
A broken memory
But they were wrong
Oh oh so wrong
But I think Iâve found it
Because Iâve found you
It could be wrong
That we could go along
Hand in hand
And touch to touch
And it could be a song
That you might sing
On Mondayâs karaoke night
The sweat, the rain
And Iâll still feel it
This cold regret
That I made a lie
Iâll always regret
That I canât explain
This feeling of mine
Of how I met you
And how you met I
âCause itâs a notion
And itâs a pain
A declaration of clarity
A potion of shame
Because Iâm making you lie
While inside I die
I hope that I matter
That Iâm you for
So hello boy
You smell of cigarette smoke
And sweatâs regret
But that doesnât matter
Iâve made a bet
That if you stick around
The Jones, the Jets,
That my pain will matter
The cold regret.