#HeartbreakPoetry

[aviancomposition]

i’m not sure if i need to hope for

a phoenix rising from the ashes

if it’s burnt to the ground?

we all know miracles don’t happen

i’m living amongst the soot

digging in the piles

becoming one with the rubble

searching for my treasure,

my greatest love.

i think they’ve gone,

floating along with the wind.

and i’m left behind

with grime on my face,

a chasm in my chest,

and anchors in my soul.

i missed the boat,

no water to clean my hands.

the dirt under my nails

is permanent, isolating

i think i live here alone now

[bigfeelinghuman]

el amore

I find love so hard to define

I expressed it in a million different ways All with the same goal 

To find your soul intertwined with mine

Could you feel it?

in the gentle caress of my hand trailing across your face taking in every detail  of your finely tuned design stopping only to sear its image in my mind hoping I'd never need a picture, if I could see you behind closed lids

Could you hear it?

in my desperate rebukes  of your unhealthy habits not in judgement but of care and worry and in hopes of extending our fleeting time in this finite world

Could you decipher it?

In my restless desire to know you

Your heart Your soul Your mind

every fragment of who you are

the broken  the mended  the yet to be pieced together

Whatever you were 

I wanted, I craved, I yearned to nurture, to love, to accept

but what was our love, if not a violent act, a restless chase that leaves me weak as I pour out my love only to find you’re not  to be its destination 

for how could we intertwine if we were never on the same plane of existence  to begin with

[ecaterinarahmaniuc]

-We remember it differently

You walk past that apartment we shared, Nostalgic and drunk with happiness You say - emotions should pass just like seasons Its okay to be sad and to cry When you wept, I kept your comfort When you were low, I stayed I guess you never noticed

And it just made me feel like the abandoned child I always was When I cried, you rolled to the other side When I begged, you never kept your promise

So you don't have to write me letters You don't have to tell me how you’ve missed me You don't have to walk by that apartment, I'll never go back there.

[astramari1212]

Grief of the Lost Self

[wintersgems]

Final Ending

the last lie 

was the final piece i needed 

to see exactly who you are

the last words you said

were the daggers i needed 

to put an end to my heart

you killed so much of me

and my image of you

but now i feel free

thanks to you 

[ham303]

I always said you felt like a dream Too good to be true And just like that I woke up

[travelwithmestranger]

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[vonniexo]

You think I don’t care because I don’t look at you when you come near.

You think I’ve forgotten our love.

It takes all that I have to not look your way.

I’m afraid, that if I look at you a little too long, you’ll be able to tell, that my love for you is still as true.

#love #poetry #summerlove #poetryonlove #heartbreak #lovepoetry #heartbreakpoetry #firstlove

[ranestormspoetry]

Have you ever

Felt this way

You know the sun

Is shining bright

But the fog you see

Is so thick

The light can't be seen?

When the world around you

Moves so fast

When at the end of the day

The world feels so cold

Cause there is nobody there

To ask you about your day?

Nobody who Will think of you

To tell you good morning

And have a good day too.

So think for a moment

And if you can say

That you have someone

Who checks on you

Every single day

You are the wealthiest of all

Cause without it

The world can sometimes

Be so cold

Indendence doesn't mean

That loneliness is what you dream.

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[whattheheartpoetry]

Is this Love Real or Fake? 💔⁣

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[cldgz]

#poetry #heartbreakpoetry

[emeraldeyespoetry]

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[bigfeelinghuman]

False Identity Where can I find myself When the mirror refuses My own reflection But instead reveals The lips you kissed The cheeks you caressed The hands you held The eyes you gazed into When do I get myself back?

-BigFeelingHuman

[promisesofamazing]

I'm trying really hard to be this person that has her shit together, that has some form of fucking control over anything that has to do with my life. I'm trying really hard not to be so god damn fucking angry at everything. At the world, at myself, at people in my life. I'm trying to mask it all with some point or validation or giving it a mean by saying "this has to happen for a reason. It had to." But maybe that's just it, that's what's driving me crazy. Maybe there is no reason why bad things happen or good things happen. Maybe there is no reason and it's just that, a thing that happened. It's just the universe being cruel and the universe giving you a break once in a while because if we're being honest there is ALWAYS something. There will always be a time in your life where it feels like bricks are sitting on your chest and there will always be a time after the bricks when the light peaks through one small crack and you have that moment where you don't feel like you're drowning and you think "This is it, this is where things get better. This is where I get better." And it's true you do get better. You get better every time, but there will never not be a time when there isn't bricks sitting on your chest and that is what is so goddamn heartbreaking to me. We are born and we suffer and we live and we are happy and sad and everything in between and then we just die. Our bodies go into the ground or get spread out somewhere that was once meaningful to you if your family or friends know you, if you're lucky. If you're lucky you might also find love. I'm trying, I'm really trying to find the goddamn crack in the pile of bricks but fuck. What's the point? What is the god damn point.

Wednesday, March 25th, 2020 11:33 pm

[astramari1212]

Grief of the Lost Self

September 9, 2022, Pain makes us stronger, they say, But sometimes, survival strips away The last of ourselves, Our heart, our humanity. One grieves the loss of self for eternity, Knowing it may never return— Not without help, which rarely comes.

Is it a punishment to be smart, aware? Common sense becomes a curse In a world where cruelty reigns. Naivety stolen, innocence shattered, A broken spirit left to wander. Hope, a fragile flame in unsteady hands, Extinguished, lost forever Like the dream of spring on a winter’s night— Cold and unfeeling.

Yet beneath this frozen heart, Emotions build like molten fire, Bursting through in moments of rage, Like a volcano erupting, But the world sees only madness, Unable to recognize the long years of silent suffering, The want that has gone unfulfilled.

For how much longer? Loneliness stretches out its arms, And death, at times, seems a welcomed friend.

[wordsofdisarray]

god ghosted

I kneel, keel, keen at an empty rock shrine

Worshipper to my sinfulness:

When you were mine

I warded off witches 

By picking your tree

These arbours, your ardour

sowing seeds of unease.

You peeled away my bark

Yet I gorged it down whole

Etched into our roots

Mocking fateful footfall.

My moss on the pillar

To cushion my pain,

But roughness and toughness

Sprouted worms in my brain.

No buck, just rut

Not wed stones 

But headstones: violent gemstones uncut.

Target locked but misfired and damn, misjudged!

Cupid’s arrow wept softly and

Only begrudged.

Could these petals supplant? 

Could I have inspired your sap? 

Let my lungs drown in honey and invite the ants?

Oh, but so sweet! So warm, the taste!

Succour to a sucker: palms pressed to the wastes.

We’d be a sylvan family: Belvedere, 

Prick your ears up and hear those bells, my dear

Taming Medusa, your roaring great lion,

My chiselled Greek seraph atop Mount Zion.

Deity, I cradle, offer kindle up

Lay my flower to a bower once heady with lust

Now, god ghosted

I know how it felt. To have pined,

to have knelt

At my empty rock shrine.

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