Poetry 

replacement 

I sit here and write poetry,

While she’s already found her next “true love.”

I don’t know how I didn’t see it earlier,

She never really liked me.

I was just her next adventure.

Someone to occupy her mind

When things got tough.

Too afraid of being alone with herself,

She begged and pleaded with me to stay

Just long enough for her

To find her next daft delusion.

I don’t know what’s worse,

He looks just like me,

Or that I still feel jealous?

Envious of my replacement

As if I were any different.

shatter 

My shattered dreams can’t be put back together.

Like a dropped mug

Still waiting to hit the ground,

They still aren’t smashed

To tiny little pieces,

Lost in every corner of the universe.

My dreams with you have been cracking,

More and more with every blow

Waiting for the right, wrong moment to pop.

Just when I think the marble is going to turn around,

Roll uphill back to me,

It will break into little pieces.

Like glitter, I will find remnants of it 

Every day for years until I stop noticing,

Leaving behind the last of you

To be someone else's problem.