About the Poem
I don't know if I would exactly call this a love poem, more like an "after love" poem. After a breakup one of the hardest things is seeing the one you love with someone new. This guy broke my heart and I was just wishing he could feel some of the pain that I felt. I did not wish him and his new love well. And be honest, who really does?
|by Debbie Ledet|
|I'm sitting up late tonight,
writing down the thoughts
that keep me from sleep.
My heart is full of pain.
You're out on the town with your new love.
I hope she gets a run in her pantyhose
and the zipper on her new dress breaks;
or maybe you find out her breasts are fake.
I hope your face breaks out in zits
and she thinks your breath stinks;
and I hope you bend down and rip the seat of your pants.
When you get to the restaurant I hope the food is cold,
I hope the wine is sour and the bread has mold
(a case of food poisoning would be neat).
And I hope when you start dancing she throws up on your feet.
If all these things could happen,
maybe I could sleep.
And with a rested mind
I could wish for some more things to happen to you . . .
But it still won't be enough.