Our Love Was a Mixtape with a Broken Heart

A cycle of poems «You Taught My Hands How to Pray on Your Body»

Static hums where your voice used to play,
Skipping like memories that won’t go away.
I press rewind, but it never rewinds -
Just silence between the lost beats in my mind.

Every song we loved now cuts like a knife,
Reminding me daily to end this life… of holding on.
The cassette’s worn, the tape’s coming loose -
Like promises tangled and torn into noose.

Our love was a mixtape with a broken heart,
A playlist of moments torn right apart.
You were every chorus I couldn’t forget,
Now I’m stuck on repeat - but you’re gone and I’m left.

We drove through the night with the windows down low,
Singing off-key to songs only we’d know.
Your hand in mine, and the radio bright -
We thought we were infinite, bathed in starlight.
But the batteries died, the music ran dry,
And "forever" just faded beneath a gray sky.

Every song we loved now cuts like a knife,
Reminding me daily to end this life… of holding on.
The cassette’s worn, the tape’s coming loose -
Like promises tangled and torn into noose.

Our love was a mixtape with a broken heart,
A playlist of moments torn right apart.
You were every chorus I couldn’t forget,
Now I’m stuck on repeat - but you’re gone and I’m left.

Found your old hoodie tucked deep in my drawer,
Still smells like your perfume and late summer showers.
Put on our song - it skips at your laugh,
A glitch in the track where our future went past.
I whisper your name to the stereo light,
But the speakers stay dead in the cold of the night.

Maybe in another life, on some cosmic FM,
We're still spinning loud, still believing in "when."
But here, all I’ve got is this warped little tune -
A love story lost to a scratched golden moon.

So I’ll label it "Never Again" and tuck it away,
Where the dust can't reach and the memories decay.
But sometimes at dawn, when the world falls apart -
I still hear our love… on a broken mixtape heart.