Breakup Poems – By @Aaron_Furman1
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Breakup Poems – By @Aaron_Furman1

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April 24, 2020

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.

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