Trevor Abes: Writer

Tag: love poems

Quitting Lasts Forever

The View Between Your Fingers

I could tell 

All I’d get

Was the foyer of you 

Just kicks

Took each other home like reference only volumes

To maybe feel moved enough by something

To want more of it

Light particles changing costumes

Two verses translated as DNA

Holy water from a pipette

Applied with any style of prim

To feel rosy with a scientist’s trust in empirical evidence

Tops in time-capsule technology

Poetry with other consumable options

Besides quiet splendor 

Like ingestible glow 

Wearable sonorousness

Portable perspective

Draped over our particular frequencies 

Of being in the world

 

Plunge

The people you happen to love only return it in kind if you’re lucky 

It takes a lot of effort to commit to getting that carried away

 

A willingness to face the terror of saying hello

And them saying it back

And engaging the reckoning you seek

Somewhere deep inside there beyond awareness

 

The infinite vulnerability of talk

That’s only small because it carries within

The promise of intention

Of future formation

The kind of story you have to gauge

By how far it lives off the ground

Lest you have to shrink each other 

In your minds to who you were 

The second before whoever

Decided to bail and move

In a different direction

 

All of it hinging on discretion

Your economy of language

Practiced poverty at hiding and deciding

Oblivious to new constituents

In your version of the good life

 

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What I Learned

A few lines from “What I Learned” off of my book of poetry, The Breakup Suite.

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Moving On

When the broken glass of life

Scrapes dead weight from parts of you

You still treasure, gathering the slivers

Is a short path to hypersensitivity 

As opposed to applauding the poetry

Of how long you’ve had your head down

Letting the unfairness nestle

Into the corners of your smile

And bloom into the tender sweetness of a heart

Whose open arms proved insufficient 

The music in your hips newly sprung by bae’s absence

Her face in every woman’s face regardless of age

Stop trying to stop seeing her everywhere

Stop beating yourself up for finding yourself asking

What do you mean what do I mean by love?

Years into thinking the answer was set in stone

Just steep in it and get familiar with how you are 

Too much food to finish for basically everyone

Until someone comes along happy to wrap you up

And save you for delectable exploratory unravelling

Which, for the record, is the opposite of cutting back

To compromise on the tenant between your eyes

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Smoking Between Cars in Front of Our Building

A taste from “Smoking Between Cars in Front of Our Building” off of my book of poetry, The Breakup Suite.

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Nevermind Valentine’s: Read Breakup Poetry Instead

Nevermind Valentine’s 🖤 Read breakup poetry instead 🖤

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Unraveller

A lil snippet from “Unraveller” off of my book of poetry, The Breakup Suite.

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Moving Out II

An excerpt from “Moving Out II” off of my book of poetry, The Breakup Suite.

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First Thanksgiving

An excerpt from “First Thanksgiving” off of my book of poetry, The Breakup Suite.

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Love Languages

An excerpt from “Love Languages” off of my book of poetry, The Breakup Suite.

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An Introvert’s Guide to Falling in Love With an Extrovert

A reading of “An Introvert’s Guide to Falling in Love With an Extrovert” from my new collection of poetry, The Breakup Suite.

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