Simple Lines

I tend to write when I'm in pain. At least sometimes it happens. I don't often write poems. But yet again, as before, hurt drove me to write something cheesy. Really cheesy because I didn't take long to write it. Words are just stale in comparison to reality sometimes. But it's an outlet.

Simple Lines 

By Jessica Cruz

Tingles in my back, my spine.

The haunting kind.

The ones that make you

close the blinds.

And face the dark,

without the stars.

The kind that promises

to break your heart,

That beats too fast

to grab the past.

The kind that always

will never last.

That never kept,

though I have wept.

The kind with no more

entrances left.

The bridges burned.

The road has turned

in ways that make

your stomach churn.

I vomit care

while gasping for air.

The kind that makes you

say more than you dare.

I’ll say words now

that I know how.

The kind that mean more

than I thought I allowed.

So leave me cold.

Feeling so old.

In a way that threatens

to cripple the soul.

The soul so sensitive.

But it means you live

in ways that prove

you have something to give.

You can't come back

though I’ve wanted that.

I know the ways

that I would react.

And you would too.

This hated you.

In ways that explain

just why we’re through.

Completed in haste.

So hard to face.

The kind that makes you

slow down the pace.

And write some rhymes.

Just simple lines.

The kinds that break down

the complicated times.

While I'm in fear

as I am here.

Letting go of the one

Who I held so dear.

Goodbye my love

who I’m thinking of.

You’ll find someone else

who fits like a glove.

I ache in my bones.

I hate this poem.

When was the last time

that I felt so alone?