heartbreak

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

BackStabbeR
I trusted you with my front and my back. No questions with your repetitive evil. Allowed my guard to be down Its Very dark at the end
By Serafina2 years ago in Poets
Waiting Fool
Letting you go is the hardest thing For me to do, it hurts to breathe Each heart beat is agony Alone I must survive So that you can thrive
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Not Enough for You
You asked for more time, and I gave it to you. You asked for more visits, so I came to see you often. You asked for more affection,
By Isla Griswald2 years ago in Poets
One side
I would've never done what you did You didn't think twice about it Locked inside your ivory fortress Forget about me, all you need is him
By Joni Écrit2 years ago in Poets
BPD episode
I’m so scared that my emotions have no meaning. When i say the words “I love You”, do i actually mean it? When I promise “I will always be there for you”, do I know how to keep it? Am I even real? My words, do they have the ground to stand on? Am I allowed to say “ I stand by it” when I scream my opinion? Because the truth is, my emotions are just like waves in the ocean, no stability, no clarity, just a beautiful view for couple of seconds till it’s gone.
By Sleeping Pills 2 years ago in Poets
Temptation
He pressed the barrel to his forehead With her kiss still tempting his mind Cold steel pressed against his scalp The heavy weight in hand
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Solitary
You said you would be home by midnight And I stayed up for you all night By the time the clock struck twelve I knew you were with him
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Poets
Ferry Me Over. Content Warning.
A smooth sea never makes skilled sailors Our relationship sank– I sunk. You were saved, crowned, and loved. But Dutchman never found me.
By E. C. Gabriel2 years ago in Poets
Trauma dish
you rewrote me for your trauma dish I feel your vein-popping, hot oil You picked me, a rot garnish Daring to fire off My own secret tomb
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
Behind the Curtain. Content Warning.
First dawn the bright sun rose lovingly; At midday the heat burned my lens– Your alluring birdcage trick, Made me wingless deceived.
By E. C. Gabriel2 years ago in Poets
Eighty years or so
I have always craved certainty, particularly in regard to those two hidden treasures, identity and purpose; are we not all compelled at some point to query,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
The Moments Leading Up To
To completely lose myself in you... the stabbing of every doubt come true. Your back turned towards the truth, moments I cried for you,
By Unspoken Words2 years ago in Poets