heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Shattering Flowers
Dude, why THE FUCK WOULD YOU GET ME FLOWERS. YOU SAID YOU WILL NEVER FORGIVE ME. YOU CALLED ME DESPICABLY CRUEL. YOU HAVE RUINED ME. I HAVE RUINED YOU. I HAVE RUINED YOU AND I AM NOT SORRY. I RUINED YOU TO SAVE MYSELF. I WAS DISAPPEARING INTO YOU. I WAS BEING ENGULFED AND I WAS SUFFOCATING. I TRIED TELLING YOU IN QUIET AND YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME SO THIS IS ME TELLING YOU IN LOUD. SOMEWHERE IN MY HEART I AM SORRY. ONE DAY I HOPE YOU REALIZE THAT THIS WAS NOT ONLY MY FAULT. ONE DAY I WILL GET RID OF THE TWINGE IN MY BACK TELLING ME TO KEEP TYPING. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I DON’T LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU DESPERATELY. I LOVE MYSELF MORE THAN I LOVE YOU. I LOVE MY SELF MORE THAN I LOVE YOU. I LOVE MYSELF MORE THAT I LOVE YOU. YOU TOLD ME TO PRIORITIZE MYSELF AND EACH TIME I TOLD YOU THAT IF I DID SO THEN I WOULD NO LONGER BE IN A RELATIONSHIP BUT I WAS CHOOSING TO LOVE YOU MORE THAN ME AND I HAVE NOW CHOSEN MYSELF AND YOU ARE UPSET WITH ME TAKING YOUR ADVICE EVEN THOUGH I TOLD YOU EXACTLY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN. I DID THIS. I DID THIS FOR ME. I DIDN’T DO THIS FOR YOU. I DID THIS TO LOVE MYSELF. I WAS TRYING TO GIVE YOU ALL THE LOVE YOU DIDN’T RECEIVE IN CHIDLHOOD AND IT WAS NEVER GOING TO BE ENOUGH FOR YOU. I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART. I HATE THAT YOU GOT ME FLOWERS. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT WHEN THE LAST THING YOU SAID TO ME WAS “DON’T CONTACT ME.” HOW CAN YOU GET MAD AT ME FOR LISTENING TO YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I WANT THE BEST FOR YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN. I LOVE YOU AND I WANT TO SEE YOU BUT NOT RIGHT NOW. I LOVE YOU AND I DON’T KNOW WHEN IS THE NEXT TIME I WILL WANT TO SEE YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I HATE THAT YOU ARE NOT LIVING YOUR TRUTH. I LOVE YOU. I HATE YOU. I LOVE YOU BUT IT’S NOT HOW YOU WANT. I DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU WANT. IT IS SO GRATIFYING TO SCREAM EVEN IF IT’S ONLY IN MY HEAD. I THREW YOUR FLOWERS OUT AMONGST SIDEWALK WEEDS. I MIGHT AS WELL HELP LIFE IN THE DEATH OF MY RESPECT FOR YOU. I DON’T RESPECT YOU ANYMORE. I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE. I ONLY WANT THE BEST FOR YOU. I WISH I STILL LOVED YOU. I COULD WISH TO BE WHO YOU WANT ME TO BE, BUT I LOVE MYSELF TOO MUCH TO SACRIFICE MYSELF TO THE ALTER OF YOUR BODY. ASK OTHERS TO DO IT BECAUSE I CAN’T ANYMORE.
By Ariana GonBonabout a year ago in Poets
The Colors of Life's Flowers
The Colors of Life's Flowers Pain ted on a deep blue backdrop, As if this winding life is veiled in mystery's wrap. Some flowers in a clear vase reside, Like our mistakes woven in varied tide. White, simple daisies, a symbol of peace, Beside them, orange's warm release.
By MD Mehedi Hasan fans of Alam Sir.about a year ago in Poets
The Color of Despair
The Color of Despair The sorrowful waves of yellow leaves, As if life's weariness has no end. On the bridge's bend, still hope lies, Leading far away, where only darkness blends. The sunlight is pale today, As if burdened by cloudy memories. The branches of the trees are lifeless, Their leaves hold only sighs. This path seems familiar, of many days, Footprints of despair etched in the dust. The storm in the courtyard of the mind has ceased, Now only the reign of silence prevails. A shadow trembles alone on the water's surface, Like a broken reflection within. The trees standing on the bank, They too seem to have nothing more to say. The song of life stopped long ago, Only gray pictures on the pages of memory. At the end of bright days, This darkness feels so much more familiar. Yet, a faint hope floats in the distance, Like dew clinging to dry leaves. Perhaps again on some morning, The banks of this sad river will be filled with light. But today, only stillness, only paleness, This picture of nature painted in the color of despair. That melody plays deep within the heart, Which only speaks of days that are lost.
By MD Mehedi Hasan fans of Alam Sir.about a year ago in Poets
