Aches of the Heart

Love sick feelings, caught like a disease.

Heartache for her turns into heartbreak with ease.

Sick of love and yet still full of the same.

Love sick feelings become more of a game.

Is she toying with me, or am I just under the spell

of a girl so amazing that nobody can tell

where this will go, how we will turn out.

Love is on fire now, but might just burn out.

When it burns out, it burns down real fast;

what once made my life such a blast

quickly burns and smolders into ashes.

Like Hulk on a rampage, the rage it smashes

into me and makes me pick up a fist.

Not punching her, no, I'd never. This

is a different anger, directed at me.

So I punch a punching bag, bleeding badly.

My knuckles as raw as the heart within,

my emotional roller-coaster just begins

with the whistle in my mind as she walks on by.

There isn't any reason to stay on this ride. I'll die.

A few more breakups and two years later,

she is leaving my school at last, but much greater

are the memories behind me in the past

than the future in front of me. I had to ask

her a question on my mind, but I can't.

I was just too nervous, squashed like an ant.

Instead I walked up and said, "Hey there," to her.

My stomach was churning as if brewed by a brewer.

She looked at me, smiled, and said, "I'm really gonna miss you."

In my mind I was thinking, I wish I could kiss you.

We laughed for a while, enjoyed the moment.

The memories, the present, yeah, we owned it.

The future was uncertain, and still is honestly.

My last memory of us was when she up and hugged me.

I felt love in that moment, but not like before.

I wanted to protect her, but I was still unsure.

What I felt in that moment was good and right,

and it just so happened that we talked all night.

What happened after, I never would expected.

Well, maybe I should have. After all, being rejected

is nothing new for me. Especially by her.

Pretty and laughs alot; but still it's unsure

whether or not what happened was just a lie.

The moment she left me, I wanted to die.

The second, third, and fourth time it hurt as bad;

in some ways it hurt worse to understand

that we were not meant to be together.

What happened was not just the rough weather.

We could weather the weather, but not decide whether

we were meant to be or we stuck in a curse.

The only thing I know is we turned out worse.

Feelings hurt inside, but this is the story I've told.

Living this way has made me more bold,

but in the end I ended up alone.

And sadly now, in this life, I've been shown

much sadness with her, and the memories

I once held onto are worth less than pennies.

The sadness is, one of the greatest arts

is writing a memoir to aches of the heart.

Author's Note

Strange, how one friendship/relationship that begins in middle school can be flawed and scarred forever because of a few dumb conversations, a few stupid words, and a few mistakes, all in middle school. And when you are scrolling down, looking for an image for your poem on WritersCafe, you come across their picture and everything just rushes back and drowns you..or should I say me...

Reviews

[pikachulover]

"The sadness is, one of the greatest arts
is writing a memoir to aches of the heart."
Good- job! The line ended up poem in a decoding way. Keep it up!

[Not here]

thank you :) i appreciate it

[Robert]

Donate, this is from the heart, Where the best poetry comes from. You laid it on the line here with the emotions expressed. Well Done and man you can do the rhyme in your poetry that is a hard trait to accomplish.

[Not here]

thanks :) i just like rhyming alot

[Willard Wells]

Not going to give you a lot of direction, but for me the story is great and very well written. I don't like the structure. I felt in needed more breaks. Now that's just me. Some of the great writers use no breaks or very few. It's up to what feels right to you. The funny thing about this piece is I have read on different sites in the last 24 hours a number of pieces from young men who like this appear to be having a large hormonal rush. It must have something to do with the end of a school year and what will happen. I read some work I wrote when I was your age an saw the same thing.

[Not here]

yeah probably. just another part of being a teenager. anyways thanks for the helpful review :)

[dan]

As you get older, david, you will look back in amazement at how much simpler life was back in middle school. All of these loves and rejections are just practice runs for the day when you really do learn what love feels like and how it can work if treated properly. And the funniest part is that people your age look forward to being a certain age (16, 21 etc.) so that adulthood will imbue them with wisdom while the people who reach those magic ages wish they could go back to youth and practice what they now know. At your age you need to know that relationships are like busses; if you miss one there's another one right behind it. take care...dan