Coping with an Overactive Imagination
I still write a lot of breakup poems even though I have been in an incredible relationship for the last four years.
It helps me process my traumatic past and manage my wild imagination. I get scared of losing my partner and I write a poem. I change the narrative. I make myself stronger than I was before. I allow the feelings to visit while I write, then I promptly kick them out of my safe and happy home.
It truly helps to process all my emotions. I am eternally grateful that Fox Paw Literary Blog felt that this poem, born out of my fearful musings, was a poem they wanted to publish. Now I share it with you.
The fridge was buzzing
Something awful in my ear;
The rest of the apartment was eerie,
The silence seeming to bounce
Off the walls now missing
So much of their furniture,
I turned on a 90s RomCom
To drown out the couple
Arguing about dishes upstairs.
I couldn’t help but wonder
Why the fuck all these movies
Always have the heartbroken girl
Shovel Rocky Road into her mouth
While tears dribble down her chin.
The icy brownie bites would remind me
Of the cavity in my back right molar
And your stupid voice would slide
It’s way into my ear ‘You should
Really schedule that dentist’s appointment,’
As if you always showed up
To get your teeth polished every
Six months on the dot.
I’d rather toss a few Rollos into my mouth,
Push them to the back left side,
Let them melt just a little bit,
Caramel holding me together.
I turn the volume up to drown out
The voices above getting louder,
Just reminding me I am alone,
Wondering how the girls
In these films always look perfect
When they are crying; I tend to look
Like a clown who got caught
Out in the rainstorm, my balloons
Struck by lightning.
On the screen, the couple,
After each having their own epiphany,
Begin running back to one another -
I turn off the TV;
I have to get used to the silence.