Learning to Forget

by Brianna Anderson

Your presence still lingers, a lost limb,
the scar scratches.
You killed what meant most to me.
Didn't know you'd change your mind,
that's now how it’s supposed to be.
You’re my missing puzzle piece.
Now you’ve left me here alone
picking up the pieces, scattered on the floor.
We don’t fit together anymore.

I’m learning to forget, everything you said.
Something greater than you or I
has to put the pieces back together.

He must be your all
before you give a piece of yourself away,
for those you love.
But don’t lose sight of what is true.

Eyes fixed on heaven, all I desire.
Fills my heart with joy
Lord make me whole!

This poem was inspired by various conversations I’ve had with friends about breakups and my friend with the crying heart tattoo ;)

Words Unspoken
by Brianna Anderson

He doesn’t say a word as he takes a seat in the pew in front of hers,
That pretty woman that goes to his same church each week.
He’s looking out into the whole world looking for “the one,”
When all this time she’s sitting right there!
My, that is some technique.

But wait, he’s afraid of affection,
He finally notices her, but is too proud to face objection.
Come on now, don’t be shy, modesty accounts for nothing
If it’s only pretense while the mind runs wild,
Just ask her out and be beguiled.

Women are not mind readers,
A wink or flirtatious glance is not enough.
Speak your mind and be a leader.
Take up your arms men, shoot and fire!
Arm yourselves with words of intent,
Filled with purpose and understandable content.

Words unspoken, hearts never broken.
But where’s the care in that?
How many women must you look at?
Before you decide that she’s “the one”
She’s sitting right there
Behind you in that chair!
Waiting for you to talk to her,
So please…just ask her out!