Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection

Champagne Problems

Silence is deafening

but noise can fade into the background,

just like me when I talk too much.

I can feel lonely in a crowded room

but be so together in an empty basement

with only a phone in hand.

My lock screen is still a picture of us

even if it's been too many months since 

we walked those halls hand in hand.

Bubbles rise from the cherry at the bottom

of my glass, nose burning but head light

as the bottle empties, my cup always full.

I promised the one thing to everyone, 

ignoring the nagging feeling it was wrong,

wishing it would never have gone so badly.

I hold a hand up, pleading silently,

but she leaves, ball gown swishing.

I stand on the landing, crestfallen,

wishing that just one thing could be easy,

just one thing, just this once,

but she doesn't look back.

And now the raindrops streaking the windows

flow like I wish my tears could,

but I'm not sad, or annoyed, or anything

but disappointed in myself.

The wheels on the wet metal tracks screech

like I wish I could, but my voice

is silent like my friends when I get home,

brushing past them without a "hello".