Pop Poetry: “July”

Beau Romanowski, Staff Writer

Please do not break my heart tonight

 

Any night but tonight

Because I will be alone

And I will stay up

Writing poetry

Drinking coffee

On a Thursday night 

 

I was working on a song for you

But you didn’t know

So when you told me you couldn’t stay

I thought about their notes

 

While you dug deep and explained all the ways I’m bad for you

I hummed my song and thought of you

Not like this but when you were happier

When what I meant to you wasn’t tested 

And in our minds we were still everything to each other

 

Our song has no words

And I might keep it like that

Voices kept lonely like yours

I didn’t listen as much as I should have

 

I should have known better 

I don’t know why I thought I grew up

I’m making the same mistakes I thought I was past

And my heart maybe fragile but it is not glass

So I might not need you but I still wanted you

 

Like the coffee I drink 

And the poetry I write

On Thursday night

When we’re in a fight 

And I want to play the song I made 

but all I can do is hum