heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Lovers
I’m not an intelligent lover. My romance isn’t practical, it’s not pragmatic. I love like stars, balanced by their own mass and their thermonuclear fusion. I’m desire restrained by – what- reason? The things you have to say out loud to make it make sense to another person? When I love we are all the heart of a dying supermassive star, everything around us becomes fuel for our gravity. You are drawn to us. The event horizon of us changes you forever. We’re the ever studied black hole. The ever compelling supernova. Enigmatic and Charismatic.
By Tarik Murrell3 years ago in Poets
Where I Belong
When did going back home start to feel like a vacation in the past? I can see memories playing out in front of me again everywhere I go, my first kiss under the streetlight up the road from my mother's house, running stairs during volleyball practice by the middle school entrance,
By Kay Husnick3 years ago in Poets
