Bad Breakup Poetry

and whatever other corny stuff I wanna post

I don't consider myself a writer by any stretch but when life rocks your ass sometimes you take up new hobbies to cope. Hence me getting into coding as well. Anyways, I hope others can relate to the universal chudness and melodrama of being dumped

also a special thanks to my friend jarboola for helping me code!

I'm told you're painting now

I was shown your latest, a sunset,
Crude in the way a child chokes a crayon,
Unable to pilot it
Steadily, yet pounds it into paper with
Unbridled passion
My friend chides it's roughness,
Maybe to appease me,
But I see beauty in each stroke of grass and
How it contrasts the rich red sky,
I like how the sun seems to bend the Earth
Around it and, Oh -
I wish I could tell you all this

It's easy to let go when clouded by
The pain you've caused,
But in these moments I am forced to see
You as the man who can appreciate the
Small miracles of life, who can
Be inspired to create, who will
Enjoy sunsets in other's
Company and, Oh -
Why couldn't it be me?

Ammateur Attempt

I’m no good at poems
You used to tell me otherwise
My last attempt at poetry
A love letter
You wrote it brought you,
“Unbridled joy”
Or something like that
It’s hazy now
I burnt all your writings
Maybe you burnt my poem
Is this even a poem?
I wish I could ask you
I imagine you’d tell me,
“A poem can be anything”
But maybe not
I’m not sure I know you well enough
To guess a response

Home in Memory

There are days you cross my mind only once,
Maybe twice,
But your brother’s laughter forever echoes
In all corners of my life,
No meal tastes quite as good
As your father’s cooking,
And the air feels ever tense,
Without your mother’s teasing

I never thought I’d miss a table,
Or the chair I picked for board game nights,
I remember your sister sat across from me,
As we exchanged silent smiles,
A pact to beat you next turn

You take away your love, and, fine,
That I can live without
But must you take away home?
Life has no warmth now

What's left

Thinking of you.
Cavities have wasted my right molar
I drag my tongue across the hollow well left
Over, and over.

Unfinished Art for Anniversary Gift

For a while I was working on a montage style animation of me and my ex for our anniversary. Buttttt then he broke up with me 3 weeks before said anniversary date. So I never finished, leaving me with a lot of rough animatics/animation that I don't think is terribly interesting visually. But amongst the unfinished work I have these backgrounds, which are a little more interesting to look at I think. So I'll immortalize them here. The hills are supposed to be a hiking trail we used to go on. I was tryin to do a whole flower motif changing with the seasons but you can't really tell from these

Sweetest Song

In late hours I am restless
My ears are ringing with static
Your voice used to be
The day's closing melody
But now there is nobody to sing
The sweetest song,
“Goodnight I love you”

A boy who saved caterpillars

I saw an old photo of you,
Young and eyes soft,
I wonder if that boy once broke a kitchen vase
And ran from home
Before anyone could scold him,
If I could've helped him clean the mess
Would you still be running?

Chagrin

I fought against the lashings of bitter tongues
Which insisted I leave you
A cry that lasted three changes of season
Yet I stood by you
And how I hate you for proving them right
And making me look a fool,
And how I hate myself
For wishing I'd listened

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