The world never got to hear your voice when Hollywood started to speak. all that they wanted is a heaven of perfect women without the baggage that women couldn’t claim. Burned from an image that you cannot shake off. It’s not easy to be a woman of the Twenties. But you did it anyway.

Your lips still echoed my name.

And yet, you chose every part

Of the circus that wrecked us.

You’ve planned so much

Around me that I’m the one

Who lost herself in auras

And a poet’s sad prose.

I found myself knowing

That you can’t break me

Like you’ve done in the past.

I remember London

Because it echoes your name.

I can’t seem to return

To the city I loved

And wanted so much

From a goodbye.

But I did love you,

Even if I said it like she did.

Thomas, Thomas,

You bombed us.

You broke me

And my fragile heart.

Oh, Thomas, sweet Thomas,

You had me once

But I knew so little

About the heart you broke.

Oh, Thomas, my Thomas,

You had mentioned nothing

Of me to the millions

Who loved you and your charms.

Thomas, Thomas,

You broke the trust I had for you.

And then, you asked if I was okay.

I’m not but I’m doing well.

If loving you was easy,

Why am I bleeding?

Why is there a cut

Where my heart should be?

If loving you was easy,

Why are there poems

Written about a heart

Like the one you broke?

If loving you was easy,

Why am I still drowning

In those bright blue eyes

Of yours? Oh, Why?

If loving you was easy,

Why am I writing about

The heartache you caused

Since I was eight?

If loving you was easy,

Why do I still cry

For a loss that isn’t mine

But a loss that is yours?

Hey there! My name is Laika Constantino. I’ve been writing poems since I was 10 years old. However, my poems when I was 10 are often childish and lacks emotion and realism. I have published two collections of poetry through Amazon’s KDP. I’m also publishing a three part series of Poetry through Draft2Digital and Amazon’s KDP. I’m a teaching assistant living in Portland, Oregon. I have dated an actor and wrote about him in my first book, Passport Stamps (under Maria Baza, an exclusively physical copy on Amazon) and my second book, Hearts On A Page, Volume One (available on Amazon, Book Depository, and as an eBook).

There is no love song

That doesn’t remind me

Of the love you gave me.

There is no hope

And romantics

Falling for the world.

Many don’t understand

What I can’t seem

To learn about

Why I’m liked by

Those who wanted

To love someone

Who’s carefree.

There is no love song

To make me forget

About all the good times

We shared and lost.

Stop! For my people,

They can’t take everything

All at once without burden.

You learned through hatred.

You learned so much history

But not the one of my people.

You see, we have courageous

Women and headstrong leaders.

We don’t have Joan of Arc

But we have our own version

Of someone who led an army

Despite what people told her.

She’s a powerful woman

And a woman of her own.

She’s Gabriela Silang.

She is more of a woman

That a white man can handle.

She is courageous. Yet,

People betrayed her trust.

She is a woman, nonetheless.