heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Hearts Are on Backorder
Cupid’s missive arrived at dawn. Crisp parchment, embossed seal, the kind that smells faintly of longing. A formal rejection, folded once. Love is unavailable at this time, it read. Your heart, a bureaucratic backlog. Appeals can take six to eight lifetimes. The aorta collapsed in protest. Veins threatened a walkout.
By Tiffany Harris2 years ago in Poets
Little Old Me
People are determined to miss your existence because they were waiting for your children’s instead. People will miss your happiness because it did not derive from a registry. Values placed on things not yet sentient; whispers on phantom winds. Yet, I am the one expected to smile, promise “soon,” feel honored even to be “thought of.”
By Dakota Love Dangler2 years ago in Poets
