La douleur exquise.

Nobody told me

How hard this would be.

Nobody told me

That being methodical

Won’t help me,

Not this time.

*

That, charts and graphs

On how long it takes

To get over someone

Would be as useful to me

As a bicycle is to a fish,

And that when my friends tell me

That love happens more than once,

I want to punch my fist

Into a wall repeatedly

Till my knuckles bleed

All the pain out of me,

And that when science tells me

That it is impossible to die

Of a broken heart,

I want to rip out my heart

And show that even if its still beating,

I’m dead inside.

*

I pick up the paper

I printed yesterday night

When I couldn’t sleep

That lists the 5 quickest ways

To get over someone,

And put them in the shredder

And let the whirring of the machine

Calm me.

*

And then I pick up a paper

And write poetry

Trying to trap my sadness

Inside the words

And lock them shut,

So that when I’m done,

I’ll feel like myself again.

*

But all I do, is end up feeling

As empty as the night sky

That covers the city,

Without any stars to twinkle

Some insightful answers down on us,

And I think that maybe, just maybe,

Feeling empty is worse than

Being sad after all.

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-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

La douleur exquise- The pain that comes from loving someone you can never have

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