Lovely Routine
The shattered pieces pierce
the empty hole in my chest.
The memories sting
as the pictures fades away.
I lose my thoughts
when my eyes remember
the way we used to be,
And I can’t find my way back to you.
We talked, fought, cried, and laughed
for hours taking every moment
trying to become momentary masters
except, it’ll never work.
I remember the days of
happiness and joy, then it all left
in an all fell swoop
Just like the ocean kisses
the sandy beaches,
until we take all that water away
and there’s nothing left.
Nothing left to strive for,
nothing left to pine for…
Nothing left of me,
because you took that all away
when you decided that a
hole in my chest,
a fading picture,
and loose thoughts were better
than the real thing.
Except, wait, ring!
It’s you.
I jump head over heals for you.
Telling myself it’s ‘cool reason’
and there doesn’t have to be an explanation;
you’re the only thing I’ve ever loved except,
I’m still plunging down a cliff trying to find you again,
and again,
and again.
Why do I still keep loving you if you keep hurting me?
The poem Lovely Routine by Liza is a poem showing the concepts of love and second chances. This poem demonstrates how love can be a hard, tricky thing to find, and then be able to keep a hold of it while trying to be happy. While reading this poem you go through a story of a person going through a routine of ‘lovely’ patterns – which isn’t the case at all. The character keeps falling and falling for the same person thinking that they have changed except, nothing has since it all ends with the same results of regret. The poet is trying to force you to see how if you’re too close to the situation you can’t see anything past how “in love” you are until it all ends; expect, all you don’t see is the surrounding picture and how it isn’t really that great. Throughout this whole poem you can feel how distressed the character is and how she’ll try to keep something working that clearly isn’t. In the end, the poet is trying to sow you how you can’t be so dependant on one person you have to be able to think, feel, and do things for yourself.