#breakup poem

[silent-insanities]

If you saw yourself the way I see you, there would be no doubt in why I can’t let you go.

[sensitivesublime]

[bigsharter666]

i hope you see this and i hope you relapse and i hope you hate yourself for all of it. and i hope you get better and the therapy works and they find a medication that helps and that time is kind to you. and i hope that this space is all that you thought itd be and it was all for the better in the end and that one day you text me an apology that actually means something and i can finally feel seen by you and know that you understand it all. that you know what you put me through and what i went through and why i was so crazy afterwards. and i hope youre crying yourself to sleep alone in your bed and you know there is noone to comfort you and that its all your fault. i fucking hate you and i want to hurt you. and i want to sit with you in the basement smoking weed and listening to radiohead, having conversations that will become inside jokes. and i want to go to apartment inspections and climb trees and i want to take you to the place i went camping as a child and show you around for the first time and shoplift crystals. and i want to dressup as pirates for halloween and take you out to meet all my friends and feel my heart race when i drag you into the bathroom. and i want to wrestle with you on my king sized bed in a tiny bedroom and let you pin me down. i want to hold your hand in the parking lot with tears in my eyes after you meet my dad. i want to rip out chunks of your hair and scream until you start crying just so i know you can fucking hear me. i hope you die and i hope you get to live happily ever after and i hope you never talk to me again and i hope you knock on my door tonight.

[waitingforlostsouls]

The Importance Of An Apology

My most precious relationship soured like milk I always gave him my all He only thought of himself And I know love makes villians of us sure But after that I knew therapy couldn't fix me I could only find things to cope, never a cure Watched myself deshevel on the bathroom floor Couldn't seem to make anything I didn't want to do anything anymore I cried into my bed Until I became part of the mattress I resparked religion I become a bit of a zealot I prayed every night for the one thing I could never have An apology, to hear the words "I'm sorry" Something he rarely said I guess I bear the weight of my mother I put up with the bullshit I put on a cover To act like it's fine Like I never cared at all Dammit, I could have flooded the Nile With all the tears I sobbed I'm so glad I had the support Of my best friend We agreed men are too dumb And that their egos depend On tearing down the people who love them Because they couldn't take the hit Of saying they were sorry, of making amends Took a year of waiting And growing like a flower in the crack Of a piece of sidewalk Where everyone steps Smashed, and smashed, again, and again Wondered what was wrong with me What about me was so offensive What made me less than him Why he had to be so condescending I don't think I'll ever forget those words he said I had to say I was someone else I had to pretend Just to see him say it, in a tiny, blue message "Tell her I'm sorry about what happened in the past" In a few words he made up for every cruel thing he said

[moonys-bf]

original poem :,)

[aribcofer]

ari b. cofer, Unfold: Poetry + Prose

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Candles

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I saw your heartbreak

Before I saw your face.

There is a dullness within me.

An ache to make you smile again.

But we sat in silence.

Choking on tears,

As if we both knew.

I think I've struggled with the concept,

That you can hurt someone terribly.

And somehow

Still be deserving of love,

Someday.

With a crooked wick,

Burnt down halfway.

Somehow still worth lighting.

x

[snekthedemonnoodle]

there used to be everything between us 

but it is now little more than nothing.

knowing that hurts because once

we made every excuse to get alone with each other

but now even eye contact feels too risky.

we used to interlock our fingers and dance

but now i just bump into you in the hallway of an unfamiliar place

where we know both of us need someone.

deep down i miss you, dearly and truly

but saying that feels scary and awkward

because i know it was better in the long run,

but for now it feels like such a mistake.

[valemrsn]

pearl diver, a new poem :3

[silent-insanities]

Plagued by the memories.

[sensitivesublime]

[bigsharter666]

i have this terrible fear that nobody can love me and also be good. i have theories, but the truth is still there. nobody has ever loved me, and also been good, or kind, or gentle.

theory 1: they mightn't have started that way. it is always blushing and giggling and sweeping me off my feet. but over time it gets ugly. i corrode them away. there is something in me, a sharpness. a texture on my soul. it wears you down, wears you out. it might take years, but it ends the same.

2: i love bad people. i find them and i love then and i convince myself that they are good, that i can fix them. that if i pour myself into someone eventually they will be full. nobody ever is. i think ive found that pity is a drug to certain types, and im good at it. so good infact, ive made a career out of it. the well never runs dry and i will always forgive you. hurt me, hurt me so i can forgive you. let me show you how you can hurt me. do you want to?

3: this is the worst of all, this is the most terrifying one. shame cuts out my tongue and so i will only say this once. i am not good. i was never good. this is exactly what i deserve, and it will never change. i am rotten on the inside.

regardless, i will accept this love. i will accept it and be grateful. nothing else is in the cards, just this. it is always going to hurt, i am always going to be hurt. if i want love this is what i get. noone ever promised it would be fair.

[waitingforlostsouls]

Lost In Transit 📦

You give out love In hopes of one day getting it back But your receipt isn't good for anything Turns out it got lost in transit Somebody misplaced your order For your chance at not being sad So it's time to suck it up And accept it all as fact And maybe one day it will show up at your door Torn up battered package Years too late Because you've already got your shipment of emotional baggage And you haven't even had The chance to unpack it So you just stare at the box It was meant to be a gift for them But you never got the chance And somehow it never showed up And now you don't think you can Bear to slice it open And end up in a trance Thinking about them again When you already made more plans To have something, anything to say for yourself Even if it meant taking a hit to your finance So what do you do? Do you just return it? There's no shipping address Just a bunch of smudges And one sad, torn stamp So all you have is this empty loving That life couldn’t do you the mercy of granting

[theduckopera]

[not loving you is pulling me apart]

Not loving you is pulling me apart: it's doing sad digestive stressed things to the half-sucked lemon sherbert of my heart; it's washed out every sunflower I knew.

And I'm not saying that I want you back; that I'm not softly glad that we are through. It's just that in amongst the bright life-building, the finding what is forward, what is new,

I have to face the pallor of those flowers. The lemon sherbert has some work to do-- to lead this sorry, heartsick, hurting doubter through grief and out the other side, renewed,

where loving you is not the point: I'm free. Without you, all my choices lead to me.

--Sky Stanton (@theduckopera)

[sophireslife]

I believed you

when you said you wanted to marry me

i believed you

when you said i was the love of your life

i believed you

when you said what i did was wrong

i acknowledged it

when you said you still loved me

i believed you

when you said you would never hurt me

i trusted you

when you said you would never leave me

i believed you

so why did you do it?

why did you leave me?

and even worse why did you kiss all those girls not even weeks after we broke up?

did it all mean nothing to you?

was it all a lie?

how can you possibly do this to a person you said you love?

was any of it real?

[coffeexxcigarettes]

I never much cared for the candy

Hidden away in my grandmother's bag.

All sorts of hard sweets,

And my brothers would cheer-

A simple thing I couldn't seem to understand.

A candy with a name like jawbreaker,

That ended up staining their lips blue.

I guess I felt a similar way,

When I fell out of love with you.

I savored every moment,

With cracked teeth and tears.

Waited for the sweetness,

You had promised for years.

Yet you ended up like loose candy,

At the bottom of my grandmother's bag.

Only not quite a jawbreaker,

So I call you a

Heartbreaker

Instead.

x

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.. @nosebleedclub Nov. 1st; Heartbreaker