hangman

I don’t know what to do with the love 

I once had for you. 

How do I repurpose this intense adoration?

These old memories? 

The frames that once held pictures of us? 

I can pull apart the house we built for us,

Use the wood for a fire, for a crime,

I’ll burn down myself with the lumber,

I can take our broken vows and tie a noose with it,

Braiding each word into the rope,

Loop it around my neck, right on my jugular,

And step off the chair I once sat in,

When you told me how you didn’t choose us. 

I’m playing a game of hangman with your ghost,

And you refuse to complete the sentence. 

The memory I have of you builds my coffin,

And my stubborn affections put me in the ground. 

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

This strong emotional piece on the dark aspects of love quite a few can relate to. Getting one's heart broken is such a life altering moment. It leaves many disillusioned and empty of the will to go on. Thank you for sharing your poem with us.