Ravings Of A Would Be Poet

I love you and now
I have to let you go
goddamn it this fucking hurts

I want to dig my heart out
with a fucking spoon and
wrap it in brown paper and
bury it deep in the dark earth and
pour a pound of salt
in the gaping hole it left behind
and hope that
now I won’t feel anything anymore

damn it!

fucking shit
I want throw this fucking phone
across the goddamned room and
I can barely see
through these fucking tears and how?
how did I let myself
fall in love with you?

like playing with fire
I knew I’d get
burned
roasted
cremated

but still I held on to you
because you
are the best fucking thing
that’s ever happened to me

somebody please
put me out of my damn misery

god I’m fucking pathetic

but hey, don’t mind me…
these are just the fucking ravings
of a would be poet


tara caribou | ©️2018

*please remember, this work has nothing to do with or about or towards the blogger mentioned, simply that I used their blog name/title/tagline as a writing prompt.


Thanks Mike. Here’s #mygifttoyou

You are one the realest, most honest people I’ve ever met. You put yourself right out there, no apologies, no slippery words. I love that. And I’d be hard pressed to find another writer who is as clever in their poetry as you. I like that too. ~tara

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