heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
People watching
I am not happy with my body. I am not happy with my mood. I am made less happy by my family, sometimes. I go out on my balcony only to smoke. I listen to music to drown out the thoughts but they are my own, and I cannot escape them. I write poetry like I am something special. I watch the cars drive down my street and I hide my cigarette. I try to be so bold and brave but I don’t want people to see me like this. I turn on 'dark mode' so the light doesn’t reflect on my face. I don’t want to be seen. My neighbors are packing their cars across from me. There is one star in the sky and a spiderweb in my near corner. I watch the ant roaming near my foot but I flick it when it gets too close. I feel sick again. Maybe I should stop. I should go inside and take my shower. I should take my shower, appreciating how I’m home alone. Alone with my thoughts, my music, my mom’s cigarette, and myself. I just want the time to pass. I’d love to be okay again. I can’t tell anyone I’m not. Telling people the truth changes everything I’ve suffered through lying about. I’d like to disappear into the sun. I like the cool breeze that the nightfall brings. I feel too hot, too often. I feel too hot right now; too hot and too sick. I am always sick. “I’m just tired.” I stroke my own cheek and I brush my own hair. I scratch my back and I sit in the shower until my fingers prune. I’m making a mess of these ashes and I’ll have to clean them up again myself. My hair will smell like cigarettes and so will my phone. I will feel sick when I go to bed and lay my hands under my head. I imagine a life different than mine. Any. A fourth car has pulled into my neighbor's driveway. Two men come out, they walk around, they open and close doors. They walk in and out of the house.
By daphne gray3 years ago in Poets
"A Goodbye that Opens Paths: The Beauty of Lessons Learned"
If I have to leave school and will never have the opportunity to tell you how I feel, I prefer to send you this unnoticed and perhaps unwanted message that expresses everything I feel about you. Meeting you was not a mistake; falling in love with you was never an error. The days I spent by your side were filled with joy, along with the memories we created. But life, like time, is short. The people we believe we love sometimes fail us, betray us, and make us believe that disappointment is all that exists in the world. And truth be told, I expected disappointment from everyone but you.
By Jacob Sánchez3 years ago in Poets
