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 sweat’s regret
But that doesn’t matter
I’ll make a bet
That if you stick around,
The Jones, the Jets,
That my pain will matter
The cold regret
It doesn’t matter
If I have two dollars
I’ll 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 doesn’t matter
If I’ve got the world
‘Cause I’ve got you
And that’s all that matters
It could be the wind
It could be the rain
This ample touch
This lack of shame
‘Cause I don’t feel it
This baby’s game
‘Cause 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 I’ve found it
Because I’ve 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 Monday’s karaoke night
The sweat, the rain
And I’ll still feel it
This cold regret
That I made a lie
I’ll always regret
That I can’t explain
This feeling of mine
Of how I met you
And how you met I
‘Cause it’s a notion
And it’s a pain
A declaration of clarity
A potion of shame
Because I’m making you lie
While inside I die
I hope that I matter
That I’m you for
So hello boy
You smell of cigarette smoke
And sweat’s regret
But that doesn’t matter
I’ve made a bet
That if you stick around
The Jones, the Jets,
That my pain will matter
The cold regret.