
Breakup Poems – By @Aaron_Furman1
During these crazy times a lot of my compadres have gone through breakups. This is a amble time to be making the decisions of the heart. If you have been separated and don’t long for the company of your other half, I think we all know what must be done.
Breakups are never easy for either side, you both shared a powerful connection l and your time together should be cherished. That relationship galavanted your superb character but, also highlighting the parts we’d rather hide. We move on and our soul grows wiser.
For all you cats and kittens (#Carolkilledherhusband) out there, I’ve compiled all the poetry I wrote from my last breakup. This will hopefully highlight the journey I went through and maybe help with yours? Enjoy. The last poem is one of my personal favourites.
Time to grow
I used to feel I was fading,
cascading,
was a prisoner with a vision
but never delivered
on what I called my decisions.
But, maturity grows
now I have that flow
that I’m happy without you
just thought you should know.
But between that time
my face has been buzzing,
my tongue was numin,
and my heart,
well, it wasn’t strumming
I guess I was young,
dumb
and full of commiserations
for the person I was.
Now congratulations
to the person I became.
But you don’t believe i’ve changed;
how could you?
You’re not me
and I’m not you.
Now I’ve accepted,
been bested,
moved on
to those greener pastures.
No last shot
I was so worried
about your happiness.
I had no time
left for mine.
That was our downfall,
maybe my blunder,
but now I’ve gone through
my own personal tundra.
The snow melts away
and brings forth the spring:
the birds dancing,
the lovers hunting.
But now,
I’m haunted with the fact
I may never go to
another gallery with you.
Or the welsh beaches,
meeting other leaches,
with speeches,
with what used to be
our features.
A parasitic relationship,
we stopped sharing,
we stopped caring,
never going out.
Our love just lost
the will to live.
Would I kill
to give it one more shot?
I think not.
Founded
I was dumbfounded
in the fact
that I wasn’t founded,
and now,
I’m astounded
at the fact
I’m now founded.
With a new lease on life
I now know
I want to achieve and succeed,
with all my passion I seed
for myself and no one else.
Now, I’m finally free.
Now I want to share and care
with someone I find from thin air.
Could that be you?
I don’t know,
at least try and see
I set free that shot
for you and me.
Would be child
Sometimes, I spit my bile,
I say it’s cathartic
but now
only occasionally
does the taste in my mouth
turns vile.
Regardless of my style
it was still all about you
what could’ve been;
thinking about our would be child.
With our eyes,
my honest laugh,
and your timeless smile,
that would be
our would be child.
But all of that
was never meant
for me or you.
It would be
with our future selves
with another one’s
would be child.
They will still have your eyes
and your tireless smile.
Mine will have
my honest laugh
and be regaled
by my endless
loving heart.
And even if
we never talk again
please remember
I am forever changed
by who you are
and what you meant
to me.
So, my
would be child
will still have
your tireless smile
and yours
my honest laugh.
And we will both
regale them
with love,
with positivity
and passion.
That what was
So I’ll sign off
and remember.
will be
and
what will be
is what’s meant
to be.