heartbreak

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

The Legacy You Chose
The Legacy You Chose Your father’s death was not your fault. But how you carried it— that was. You could have let grief
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Was Never Home
The Man Who Was Never Home Even when he was there, he wasn’t there. His body in the chair, his mind somewhere else. Anger lived closer to me than he did—
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
The Last Turning
The Last Turning I cannot stand here forever, with my feet buried in dust, watching his back as if it will turn, watching her hand as if it will loosen.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
When My Father Knocked Again
At Eighteen Now he comes again, words rehearsed, "I want to fix this." But the years have carved a quiet caution in me.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
A Father in Fragments
A Father in Fragments The memories I have of him are not whole. They are fragments— a laugh one evening, a rare kind word,
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
The Unfinished Story
The Unfinished Story I am trapped in the unfinished story you left me. The chapter ended, but you never wrote the last line.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
The Fear
The Fear I carried it quietly, this trembling dread: that what we began was only a spark, that you had already let it burn out.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
Always a Father, Never a Dad
There is a difference between being a father and being a dad. The first is a title, an accident of biology, a name written on a birth certificate. The second is a presence, a warmth, a steady heartbeat in the background of your life. A father can exist without ever truly arriving; a dad arrives without needing to be announced.
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
Cruel Irony
Cruel Irony You, who knew the ache of losing a father, taught me the ache of losing respect. You, who wept over absence,
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
Sacred Fire
Sacred Fire I ask myself over and over: was I too much? Was my heart too wide, my longing too raw, my lips too eager to meet his in that first, trembling night?
By Jane12 months ago in Poets
Was It a Goodbye, or a Dream We Never Lived?
Sometimes, the loss of someone you were never with can hurt more than a breakup. You never truly had them, so you never got the chance to say goodbye. Your feelings are stuck in limbo, unable to return to friendship or become a real relationship. A million words are in your heart, but in the end, you have to swallow them all. This relationship never even began, so you feel like you have no right to be sad, yet you feel sadder than anyone else.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing12 months ago in Poets
The Mask We Wear
The Mask We Wear I slip into silken disguise. It clings to the curve of night. The mask is a kiss on the mouth. A shadow that trembles with light.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets