heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
A Once Softened Heart
Silence filled the room, cold and empty. It became too hard to shove aside the dull ache coming from within my body. An ache derived from the shattering of a once softened heart, head filled with half-formed regrets, I yet again come to recall our last conversation. It continues to haunt me, replaying within every corner of my mind like an echo. I remind myself that a heart can keep on beating even after it has been broken in two. You had chosen your words so carelessly, each practically falling from your mouth like the cold drops from a faucet, yet every word spoken was a dagger in me. Still, I wish more than anything to keep you close, to spend those countless hours of time wasting away through the laughs you had so graciously given me. We were never close, not physically at the least. I regret missing the opportunity to simply feel your hand collide with mine, to stand in your presence even if not to make a word for looking into your eyes would be enough for my soul to be filled with your light. You always saw the light, even when all I could find was darkness. You stayed so long, but now I just long to stay in your life. To not be forgotten or erased from your memory. I can’t forget you. No matter how much I try you creep into the depths of life everywhere I go, in the things we both love, in art, in music, in the smiles of others. But I have come to the realization I must let you go now, if I don’t I never will. Your love for me has faded away into the night’s grimmest of sky, with the stars glistening, dancing in the moonlight like the ones we always said we would lay under. I lay down now and will sleep with hopes that the sun will rise, and the pain will seem to have vanished even if just the slightest bit. Goodbye to a stranger with the most bittersweet of memories.
By Laura sloan7 years ago in Poets
Heart of Glass
I've spent my life in this kitchen of nightmares, the blood on my hands, the cook in my hair, the tears from my eyes, the knife in my neck.....My heart is like glass.....it's easy to break, to shatter, to destroy. I love my mother. I remember her words spinning in my head. She told me...loving someone for a very long time can be a dangerous thing. It's impossible to stay away. That person is your other half, your soulmate, your only reason to not kill yourself. You're stuck with red roses, loose promises, his killer instinct.
By Zaire Cistrunk7 years ago in Poets
What You Taught Me and What I Have to Learn
Some nights i stay awake thinking about what you did that day, wondering if I ever crossed your mind, Some nights i wonder if you just stayed because the older i got the cheaper it got to leave until you didn't have to pay anything.
By shiney poetry7 years ago in Poets