Heartbreak Warfare

I wanted to write a poem tonight. And then I heard this song. 


Heartbreak Warfare - John Mayer




Lightning strikes
Inside, my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare

If you want more love,
why don't you say so?
If you want more love,
why don't you say so?

Drop his name
Push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face
As I pretend to feel no pain

Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin,
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare.

If you want more love,
why don't you say so?
If you want more love,
why don't you say so?

Just say so...


How come the only way to know how high you get me
is to see how far I fall
God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me
but I can't break through at all.

It's a heartbreak...

I don't care if we don't sleep at all tonight
Let's just fix this whole thing now
I swear to God we're gonna get it right
If you lay your weapon down
Red wine and ambien
You're talking shit again, it's heartbreak warfare
Good to know it's all a game
Disappointment has a name, it's heartbreak, heartbreak.

It's heartbreak warfare.
It's heartbreak warfare.
It's heartbreak warfare.

Unrequited.

The bee waiting for the

flower to bloom.

The cup of chai

losing its steam. 

A soldiers widow still

groping for the familiar touch. 

A lover waiting for his beloved

as the darkness falls. 

Unspoken words

stained ink on paper.  

Written letters

locked in the cupboard. 

Eyes tightly shut. 

Unrequited.

I am not sad she said no. Just happy I asked. 

Unrequited. 

They are some emotions, deep inside, hardly visited and often pondered. One of them has prompted me to write. All through our lives we grapple with unfulfillment and fly through the cracks into happiness. A sickness of a merry sort, a lovesickness. 

I search through the annals of my mind. A desire warmed by passion. 

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The waves caressed her bare feet

as she embraced the ocean. 

Its depth and the completeness 

it bought in her. 

She could sense the tranquility,

she sought. 

She could sense her thought 

and in them, his. 

That night at Bandstand. 

Chai was sipped, cigarettes were smoked. 

And hearts were dealt over

sewn dreams. 

His reflection in her eyes,

down to her soul. 

An interwoven story, 

whose end was never written. 

A sickness of a merry sort,

a lovesickness. 

Last Night It Was Raining.

The skies are crying,

the breeze escapes from the window

and flows through my hair. 

The cigarette ash engulfs itself

as I watch it dying. 

What is? Will it always be? 

Where was this melancholy hidden. 

From there to here, and now where?

Looking within, searching beneath. 

No shadows. No light. 

The lime and the beer,

tease my senses.

Where am I? 

I ask the wind, 

and it has no answer. 

Who am I?

I ask myself. 

Being alone.

Observing myself. 

Compromising desire for ambition. 

Have to let go.

a lot more is on its way. 

Look out for the clue

I did. I searched. I found

and then the mystery changed. 

The memories of lost love and the lost love of memories.

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