“I’ve Gotten Good at Writing Breakup Poems” by Tyler Hurula
I am Schrodinger’s heart—both bruised & brimming
depending on who is paying attention
to me. I am a revolving door of requitement,
both bathed in affection & rendered empty
depending on who is still paying attention
& I’ve gotten good at writing breakup poems
bathed in an absent affection. I’m rendered empty
by the people who have not loved me back.
I’ve gotten good at writing breakup poems
& when I ask my lover who stays if I’m dramatic—
as one of the people that has continued to love me back,
her answer is laughter because it is obvious.
I ask my lover, the one who has stayed, if I’m dramatic.
She says I just find the biggest ways to express myself
& obviously, the answer is always laughter.
I love loud, but break louder
because I find the biggest ways to express myself—
like when I wrote a breakup poem after a promising first date.
I break loud, & choose to love louder,
cry from what broke & piece together
the love poems I also wrote after that promising first date.
I am a revolving door of requitement
always crying, but making peace with the broken pieces,
both bruised and brimming from my Schrodinger’s heart.