lost a poem of love lost

I wrote this, and it disappeared, I had to re-fabricate it after a sleep.

Words hide in closets
where skeletons fear to tread.

I remember how I told him
I loved him, it was tentative at first.
Then it was loud and bold.
I wonder if he ever thinks of that day
or ever longs for me to hold.

I feel badly for how it ended, but
it didn't stop me from doing it to someone else, yet again.

Promised my heart to another,
didn't make it till death,
hell, we hardly even made it past start.

The next ran away with my heart,
and handed it to another,
who shellacked it
in pain and misery
for all the world to see.

Words hide in closets
Where skeletons fear to tread.

But somehow my heart
came back to me
when I listened to my head.

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

That last line is so empowering! We all have bad experiences in life, but I think they make us stronger and if we are a little bit wise, we learn from those bad experiences. Words do hide....but you found them! Lydi**

[Lyn Anderson]

Oh, thank you. I am glad you took the time for this one.

[Paul Bell]

Sometimes you just have to go through the dip-sticks till you eventually get the right guy for yourself.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes. I think so. Thank you for leaving your thoughts

[Ana Papaya]

I think we give it away a few times before it comes back to us wiser and more cautious.
Nice one K.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks, I think poetry is the only medium in which it is possible to sum up a lifetime of screw ups and heart aches into a few short lines.

[Ana Papaya]

Yes, you maybe tight!

[Ana Papaya]

Err... Right.
Is what I meant.

[Lyn Anderson]

I am that too, LMAOF

[Coyote Poetry]

"Words hide in closets
Where skeletons fear to tread."
I have 40 journal of story and poetry. I do understand the poem. Bad part about writing. We write about the good and the bad day. I like the lines above. Those skeletons do reappear. Thank you for the outstanding poetry. I like the poem a lot.
Coyote

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you very much. That means a lot.

[Bright Ocean Star]

I like the concept for your poem. When the heart has been broken numerous times, it's natural to lead with your brain....it's called learning from your mistakes. I'm convinced we have these inborn instincts hardwired into our brain that are default mechanisms to protect us...sometimes from ourselves. Very nice writing. It was a pleasure to read it. :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you so much for your insights.

[NeiL ArandA]

The heart used to rule over the head when we madly deeply in love with someone. The head should be more dominant that the heart since its superiorly place over the heart. But it isn't the case. Love is blind they often say. It sees but it doesn't mind. Until it blindsided us one more time and its time to wake up. KLG you seems to write a lot of relationship piece. You might be a counselor by trade ...other than a journalist. Enjoyed this read my friend . :)

[Lyn Anderson]

Psychology background, you caught me.:)

[NeiL ArandA]

You are very unique...

[Madalyn Beck]

It's amazing how often times you hear to listen to your heart. You don't often hear people telling you to listen to your head. Sometimes that sucker comes in handy! This is a powerful write. Fantastic work, KL! xo (:

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you so much. Yes, head to heart not heart to head.

[Sami Khalil]

I felt the bittersweet aspects of the relationships. The tug of war between the head and the heart, the reason and doubt, the images and shadows in the closet. A marvelous write from your pen...:)......................

[Lyn Anderson]

This is high praise indeed. Thank you.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome muchly...:)...........................

[Vidya Bacchus]

Hmm. Cool poetry there Kit Kat. Maybe we should listen to our head more often yes?

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, I should. And I would love to hear your accent as you say that, I bet it is adorable.:)

[Vidya Bacchus]

Of course it is adorable because I am lol