You asked too much of me- Kristiana Reed

You asked too much of me

My heart has a question,

it asks with bleeding gums

gingivitis raw:

 

Will I always find you

in love stories which aren’t mine?

 

Will you live in every word

I’ll never write, in guilt I try to hide?

 

My heart has a question,

it asks with pulled down sleeves

and rosy cheeks, tugging on loose thread:

 

Will this be us forever now?

 

Heartbroken by my own design

you, always asking why.

 

Will I know you’re happy

when she comes along?

 

An angel of settling security,

everything I refused to be.

 

 

My heart has a question,

it asks with bee-sting tongue

and an aching jaw:

 

Will every smile always feel like victory?

 

A familiar memory shot into the present,

the hope of the hopeless.

 

Will we continue to laugh this way

even when you’re miles away?

 

The lover I chose to lose

and the friend I wish could stay.

 

Will you decide on white and blue?

A chapel and steeple?

Platinum and lace?

 

 

My heart has a question,

it asks with unsettled hands,

fingernails bitten to the quick:

 

Will I always love you

even though, it was me who let us go?


Kristiana Reed juggles writing and teaching English; in both vocations she endeavours to remind people of their self worth and how dazzlingly beautiful the world can be.

You can read more of Kristiana’s writing at My Screaming Twenties

Now at Liberty-A humorous break-up poem by Dorothy Parker

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Little white love, your way you’ve taken;
Now I am left alone, alone.
Little white love, my heart’s forsaken.
(Whom shall I get by telephone?)
Well do I know there’s no returning;
Once you go out, it’s done, it’s done.
All of my days are gray with yearning.
(Nevertheless, a girl needs fun.)

Little white love, perplexed and weary,
Sadly your banner fluttered down.
Sullen the days, and dreary, dreary.
(Which of the boys is still in town?)
Radiant and sure, you came a-flying;
Puzzled, you left on lagging feet.
Slow in my breast, my heart is dying.
(Nevertheless, a girl must eat.)

Little white love, I hailed you gladly;
Now I must wave you out of sight.
Ah, but you used me badly, badly.
(Who’d like to take me out tonight?)
All of the blundering words I’ve spoken,
Little white love, forgive, forgive.
Once you went out, my heart fell, broken.
(Nevertheless, a girl must live.)

Now at Liberty-A humorous break-up poem by Dorothy Parker

21510658-Cheerful-woman-talking-on-phone-at-desk-Stock-Photo-typewriter
Little white love, your way you’ve taken;
Now I am left alone, alone.
Little white love, my heart’s forsaken.
(Whom shall I get by telephone?)
Well do I know there’s no returning;
Once you go out, it’s done, it’s done.
All of my days are gray with yearning.
(Nevertheless, a girl needs fun.)

Little white love, perplexed and weary,
Sadly your banner fluttered down.
Sullen the days, and dreary, dreary.
(Which of the boys is still in town?)
Radiant and sure, you came a-flying;
Puzzled, you left on lagging feet.
Slow in my breast, my heart is dying.
(Nevertheless, a girl must eat.)

Little white love, I hailed you gladly;
Now I must wave you out of sight.
Ah, but you used me badly, badly.
(Who’d like to take me out tonight?)
All of the blundering words I’ve spoken,
Little white love, forgive, forgive.
Once you went out, my heart fell, broken.
(Nevertheless, a girl must live.)