The Army Anti-love Poem
the army anti-love poem
my drill sergeants made fun of me
for having terrible aim
500 freedom seeds
23 targets shot
477 hit cupid in the butt
or maybe it was when i threw that grenade
three feet from cupid’s face
that angered him so much
he took my love away
one arrow shot through my heart
and ripped it clean apart
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why— of all people— did it have to be you who broke me?
memories of you and this place
slowly overwritten by new stories
and old ones reshaping
less like fireworks this time
more like beachside bonfires
or sitting on the lifeguard tower
watching the warm waves
wash away your name in the sand
every so often, i forget to hate you. and when that happens, i fall right back in love.
new memories
scribbled like prose
across brick walls
in layers
of crawling vines
overwriting the old
reshaping fireworks
into gentle waves
to wash away
what's written in the sand
my heart stays broken even with your face and your voice lost to the void