heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Buried Silence
She walked without sound Through fields left behind The grass spoke of sorrow The sky stayed blind Each step was a whisper Each breath was weight The wind did not question The soil held fate Names forgotten in silence No markers remain Only earth remembers Each soul, each pain A child once humming Now part of the clay A mother once waiting Now drifted away The world didn’t notice How quickly they went Just homes turned to hollows And prayers unspent She bent without speaking Lit no candle that day Only left petals Where memories lay The sun kept its distance The breeze stood still The stones bore no letters Yet the silence could kill We walk on beside them Though none can see That grief plants its garden Where names cease to be They weren’t unfinished Just quietly erased As if time could unthread them Without leaving a trace
By Hazrat Usman Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
💔 I Fell in Love with Someone I Could Never Have
Chapter 1: The Beginning of Everything We met during our first year of college, in a class neither of us cared about — “Intro to World Literature.” She sat next to me by accident on the second day, because someone had taken her usual seat. She wore a dark blue hoodie with coffee stains on the sleeves and her hair was in a messy bun. And just like that, my life changed. She had this way of laughing with her entire body. Like the joke had taken over her muscles and she couldn’t fight it. She was chaotic and late to everything. She chewed pens, lost her keys twice a week, and always had glitter on her hands for reasons no one could explain. But she saw people. Not just looked at them — she saw them. And when she talked to you, you felt like you were the only person in the world. I didn’t fall for her right away. It was slow. Soft. Like water filling a cup you didn’t know was empty. --- Chapter 2: Best Friends and Buried Feelings We became best friends. Texts every morning. Long calls at night. Weekend road trips. She’d call me when she had a fight with her mom. I’d tell her about my father’s illness. We never ran out of things to say. She dated. I didn’t. She never asked why, and I never told her the truth: No one else made sense. Every guy she fell for — I hated them. I smiled through it. Supported her. Sat through coffee dates where she gushed about how “he might be the one.” But he never was. Because deep down, I believed she was meant for me. That one day, she’d look at me and realize I was the one who'd been there all along. She didn’t. --- Chapter 3: The Night Everything Shifted It was raining that night. We’d gone on a spontaneous midnight drive — her idea, always hers. She played a playlist she made called "Songs That Feel Like Rain." And in between Ed Sheeran and Phoebe Bridgers, she talked about a guy who had ghosted her after three weeks. “Maybe I’m just unlovable,” she said, half-laughing. “Maybe I’m the problem.” And before I could stop myself, I whispered: “You’re not the problem. You’re everything.” She turned to me. And I saw it — something flickered in her eyes. Something real. But she looked away. She laughed it off. She said, “You always know what to say, huh?” And the moment passed. Like it was never there. --- Chapter 4: Silence and Sacrifice I couldn’t say it. Not then. Not when she was heartbroken. Not when she trusted me to be the one person who didn’t want anything from her. So I said nothing. And I died a little every day. She started seeing someone new. This time, it felt different. He was stable. Kind. She smiled when she talked about him — the kind of smile that made me want to break everything in my apartment just to feel something. And I knew. I had lost her. Maybe I never had her to begin with. --- Chapter 5: The Disappearing Act I wish I could say I confessed. That I poured my heart out in some dramatic monologue and she realized she loved me back. But love doesn’t always give you closure. Sometimes, the only ending you get is silence. So I blocked her number. Deleted her photos. Erased our chats. And cried harder than I ever had in my life. I never explained. Because what was the point? She was happy. And I had loved her enough to let her go. --- Chapter 6: What That Love Taught Me Months passed. I tried dating. Nothing stuck. Not because they weren’t wonderful — some were. But because they weren’t her. Then, one night, alone in my apartment, I sat with the pain instead of running from it. And I wrote this line in my journal: > “Maybe real love is the one you feel deepest — even if it never gets returned.” I had loved someone fully. Honestly. Selflessly. And even though it ended in silence, it taught me everything I know about love. --- 🧠 Final Thoughts Unrequited love hurts. But it’s also the proof that your heart is capable of deep feeling. Not all love is meant to last — but every love is meant to teach. --- 💬 CTA: Have you ever loved someone in silence? Share your story. You never know who might need it righ
By Muhammad Abbas khanabout a year ago in Poets
