heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Wrung Me Dry
I would have never chosen anyone over you. Despite the fact that you never gave me grace. You said you waited for me but we both know you were born without patience, you did no waiting. You borrowed my time, used me and wrung me dry, and once I became tattered and didn't bend back fluffy and new from the drying line, you found me ugly, stiffened, not realizing you did the using. Told me to sort it out, foot the dry cleaning bill and return new or as close to it as I could. Even though I had been the one used to clean up all your messes. Losing bits of myself all along the way. Sopping and soaking up, cushioning and cleansing, wash, rinse, and repeating with you. Allowing whatever cycle you were in to run it's full course. Again
By Hayley Matto3 years ago in Poets
Embers of Growth
Welcome or welcome back, dear readers. I sincerely hope you find yourself in good health as we step into this New Year. Let's collectively embrace a fresh start, bidding farewell to the echoes of the past. Within the confines of my space, I extend an invitation for you to join me on this new journey. Through the art of poetry, I aspire to share the depths of my thoughts and emotions. May these words resonate with your hearts, creating a connection that transcends the boundaries of the written page. Here's to a year filled with new perspectives, shared moments, and the enduring power of the written word.
By simran sadangi3 years ago in Poets
