Poetry2ponder's Blog

Leftovers of a broken heart,
Chinese takeout in the fridge,
Wine glasses on the table.

And I forgot my jacket at her place.
And I smashed the picture framing her face.

I can’t listen to my favorite songs anymore.
They remind me of a girl who I once adored.

Eating Italian food cuts apart my heart.
This is the end, but I’m thinking of the start.

I remember holding hands and walking across the bridge you didn’t think was stable.
I remember the movie we watched. You said the man reminded you of Clark Gable.

Leftovers of a broken heart,
Her toothbrush in my bathroom,
Her hair in my shower.

Years ago, thought I’d be your groom,
but these dreams did depart,
and misery grows each hour.

This flower never bloomed. Like an errant dart,
spring missed it’s mark, and my sweetness turned sour.

Leftovers of a broken heart,
how did you get your start?
Loves’ memories
Give me heart disease.