heartbreak

They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.

Wrists
He didn't check my wrists because he was worried about me. He checked my wrists because he was afraid of what they'd think of him
By Belle11 months ago in Poets
Ashes in My Pockets
Ashes in My Pockets I leave the house lighter, But only because I’m carrying less fire. In my coat—two small furnaces gone cold enough to hold:
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Unbuttoned Silence
Unbuttoned Silence We come home carrying weather— keys clinking like small apologies, The door sighed closed behind us. You set your voice on the table,
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
Lanterns of Salt
Lanterns of Salt I keep them on the sill— small jars of ocean, rimed with yesterday’s weather. By morning, they frost into stars,
By Milan Milic11 months ago in Poets
The Emotional Disaster
The Emotional Disaster The sky cracks open inside me. Tears spill like rivers in the night. I try to hold them back, but they fall with weight, hitting the floor.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Clutter Inside My Head
Clutter Inside My Head Sometimes I sit and wonder why my thoughts keep fighting for the light, a jumble of words that twist and turn,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
ever there, but never taken
timeless and reaching a look in the mirror with vision for the future led to the heart of it radioactive with passion advantage of local's insight
By ⸘jason alan‽11 months ago in Poets
Are You Holding on to Love or Holding Yourself Back?
It's not because you are a bad person; it's because you want to hold on to that love so badly. That's why you value his affection and constantly tolerate his criticism. You tell yourself that he's doing this for your own good, and that comforting narrative feels like the truth.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing11 months ago in Poets
Aftermath
I could stay like this forever. In our own little bubble. Stuck in a perfect dream. Can I keep you? In this messy bed. Hidden beneath the moon. Lost in skin. Lips full of wine and gentle lies. Each whispered breath drawn away with the midnight melancholy, that slowly starts to set in. Post coital clarity that clarifies the lines we’ve blurred. The boundaries we put in place yet ignore time and time again.
By Zana 11 months ago in Poets
I Gave You My All
I gave you my all, You treated me like I was nothing, You never deserved my love.
By Carol Ann Townend11 months ago in Poets
how to build (and protect) a lantern
i lit the candle inside and passed it over to someone who promised safety and watched as they did nothing to protect it from the wind
By Alexandria Stanwyck11 months ago in Poets
Expectation
Always dreaming that the storm will pass Raging winds didn’t enhance the cold exterior Ice was within those veins despite the hearth inside
By Lisa Pulliam11 months ago in Poets