“I love you” the last time

By Christian Vazquez

A young love so illustrious
And yet…
So broken inside
So now inside
I am broken…
And you broke me…

But I guess that’s because I broke you
But anything broke you
I always picked up the pieces
Exhausted my emotions and my words to repair it
It was never enough for you so
I broke…
Did you understand?No it was all for naught
Full of contemplation of what could have been
What would have been
What I have been
What you have been

How have you been?

I’m stuck
Cemented and flabbergasted
Both definitions define my current state and dilemma
While you laugh and love your new fella
Replaced so soon
And you so swooned by “handsome”-
Words, spoken by anyone with ransom
So easily replaced
And you interlaced with poor taste, since when did you become so…
Chastened
It was I you use to admonish and berate
Now who’s blinded?
I castigate…
My laughs, spite driven
My tears, internal
I mourn…

“Ours” is dead
“Us” has died
“We” have been killed

But they weren’t given a proper burial and now I am haunted
Ours, Us, and We; the ghosts of relationships past
A two and three fifths year past
But for you that means falling in love two weeks later...
Hopes, Dreams, and Wishes
Disposed…
“Man makes plans and God laughs, why do I even bother to ask”
I want to share my hopes, dreams, and wishes with a newfound love but…

The ghost of you and I continues to haunt me and drive me mad
This poem is a plea,
A prayer that I pray exorcises this demon named heartache so that I may
Move on
I’ll always love you
But loving you was never enough…