They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
It all got heavy when I agreed to change for you when I lost myself in you — Caring so deeply about what you thought
By Isabella Walker2 years ago in Poets
Every day I wake up early with the sun & remember eating honeydew in bed: your rind littered the sheets * after you loved me mean.
By Joe Nasta2 years ago in Poets
Threw me in the deep Thinking I would sink, but I'm Walking on water
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
I can feel the void. Months, weeks, and days continue to pass. But I'm still alone. I hope to see you back. It's quite uncomfortable, and I can't handle it.
By Nelo2 years ago in Poets
After everything he did to her. It was quite painful for her. He cheated on her with her best friend. She had the strength to wipe away her tears.
You will remember me. You'll miss me as much as I missed you. There will be time for weeping. Time will come for you to look for me everywhere.
Verse I The letters I found the letters in the attic, yellowed parchment cradling secrets of yore. Its ink, like tears, had bled into the fibers,
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
"You were the one for me, but I'm not the one for you" I still remember the day we met, I was a nobody who tries to survive this race people call life, trying to at least survive in this dangerous chaotic world and the struggles it brings to people.
By Artemis2 years ago in Poets
Words were said, though not spoken directly from your lips The serpents lies sound so real It is so hard to ignore So hard to forget
By Mercedes Chavez2 years ago in Poets
mœræ measured their threads at the corner of fleet and exeter, and atropos got busy. one-hundred-seventy pounds of body and eleven pounds of head (skull, eyes,
By kp2 years ago in Poets
Here I am just washing dishes and you come creeping right on in It's been years, why are you still here? I can't do anything, none of the everyday things, without you haunting me
By Diana2 years ago in Poets
