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You Won't Break My Heart Again - a Poem about Love and Heartbreak
Another A.M. Poem
This is another entry from my notebook of the "A.M. Poems," ramblings, rants, and sometimes scribbles. Yet in those wee hours, there sometimes comes clarity through the rush of thoughts. Clarity that things will be different this time.
Celebrate National Poetry Month in April!
I'm recycling an older poem for National Poetry Month, hoping to write more original stuff soon. Happy Poetry Month! Enjoy reading poems and writing some yourself! #21
Not This Time
Guess I’m kind of numb this time—done.
I might just sit and stare.
Maybe I’m a little dazed..
But my guts are intact.
My heart may feel a small void.
I may lie awake half the night.
Maybe my throat tightens up—
But my eyes remain dry.
That yo-yo thing wears thin.
I might still think of you,
Maybe even want to go to you,
but the tie is weakening.
I can put you way behind me.
I still reminisce,
Maybe watch for your return—
But I won’t mourn for you—
And I’ll never turn back..
Not this time.
Never, never, never.
Not this time.
This song has been breaking my heart for over 20 years.
More from "The A.M. Poems"
- Poem - Nothing Makes Sense
Years ago, when going through rough times, I would write poetry until the wee hours of the morning. This is a rambling one, as many were, about nothing making sense. I liked to call my collection, "The A.M. Poems.
- Poem - Always Goodbye?
This is another poem from my notebook of "The A.M. Poems," those I have written in the wee hours of the morning when my mind is whirling and my pen is rambling. This poem questions the madness of the world, the quest for any kind of truth, and the in
- Poem - What Does It All Mean?
This poem is yet another mad rambling from "The A.M. Poems," written in the wee hours of the morning. This poem has to do with loss, searching, and the feeling of whether or not it really even matters.
- Poem - I Love You--Really?
This is yet another A.M. Poem from my wee-hour scribblings, this time about the expression of love and what is really real--or not.
- Poem - Foolishness
Writing into the night is something writers often do. From my spiral notebook of "The A.M. Poems," "Foolish Babbling" speaks of the need to stop writing...and rest.