heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I Hate Lamplight
I hate lamplight. I hate the way it distorts objects I view from a distance, objects that slap me with clarity as I approach. I hate the way it highlights what I don’t want to see, and the way it narrates your thoughts without you uttering a word. I hate that it witnesses my devastation when you whiplash my heart, and how it betrays my grief—every distortion of my facial contours, the ugly droop of my gaping mouth, and how it spotlights the tears rolling down my cheeks. I hate how it illuminates my wail like it was mist
By Teresa Renton11 months ago in Poets
From fire to friendly flames
Okay, I give up, I love you, I love your eyes, your face, your nose, your lips, I like your practicality and your inexplicable way of doing things, but there are also things that annoy me, drive me crazy, I don't know why
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda 11 months ago in Poets
