#breakup poem

[broken-hearted-lovers]

the aftermath of love and loss

[bigsharter666]

how to be alone, a lonely person's guide:

1. make a mug of tea, try to appreciate the silence. you can hear every bubble in the kettle if you really try. hold your cup gently, press it against your body. feel the warmth spreading. graze your knuckles against it, feel them sting. forget about it until its cold. sometimes tea isnt even about drinking it, it's just about having something to keep you company.

2. go out to lunch, because you decided you were going to. you dont need a reason to get your favourite food, youre allowed to do it! when the waitress asks you if you are waiting for someone, try not to cry.

3. realise how quiet lunch is when it's just you. you didnt bring anything to do, that was stupid. what was the plan? just eat too quickly, leave even faster. maybe next time bring a book or something, you know one of the ones youre always pretending you will read? yeah that one.

4. go see a movie! movies are a great way to pass the time. try not to look at the couples and friend groups. noone cares that youre alone, they probably dont even notice. try not to think about it. theyre not laughing at you just stop thinking about it.

5. take up a hobby, tumblr blogging or journaling or knitting or hoarding. it helps fill the time. arent the days just so long? its crazy how much time you have. youre looking at the clock too often, stop doing that! seriously, it just makes time go slower. why cant you just enjoy yourself? do you even like knitting? what do you like then? whatever i guess you can just go to sleep early.

6. take a sleeping pill, take a few. have a drink. why not? its not like anyone is keeping track. pick up smoking again, because you forgot why you quit in the first place. it feels good, whats wrong with just wanting to feel good sometimes? youre young it doesnt even matter. tomorrow will be better. tomorrow you will be better. figure it out, it wont always be this hard. tomorrow will be better.

[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]

[chronicpoetry]

The Space You Left

I talk to you like you never left,

like time forgot to steal your breath.

I tell you how my day went by,

and in the silence, you reply.

We dance where the moonlight spills,

your whisper lingers, soft but still.

I spin, I reach—but nothing stays,

just empty air and hollow days.

From afar, we shine like gentle light,

but close, we burn—too fierce, too bright.

A love too wild, a love too true,

now just a ghost I waltz into.

[moonentries]

run,

hide,

run,

hide,

you always knew where to find me,

thinking my love would last for eternity,

here I am letting myself fall again.

I landed on the hardest surface,

the concrete was in desperation,

now my spirit searches for you in abandoned places,

but the man is nowhere to be found.

I stroll around your streets,

make it past your house.

But the car you drove wasn‘t on the entrance.

I‘m about to give up seeking revenge,

I‘ve never been a woman like that.

But my ghost will haunt you for life,

because what you did killed me inside.

(c) moonentries

[love-ardour-anarchism]

and maybe you were right for all these years and my anxiety is just a liar maybe everybody likes me

but in these fleeting moments I am almost sure that I don't care if anybody likes me

if I am to be without you for the rest of my life

[wordsandmorewords]

play + rewind. [first draft]

if you showed me a page in your diary where you'd writtern 'this is the end' / that you couldn't keep going, could no longer pretend

I'd play back all the good times, mistakes, and every single thought in my mind / even if you said it wasn't about me

be sure that I'd still want to take your face in my hands and softly kiss you / be sure that (for evermore) I'd fucking miss you

I'd want to press my fingers against the button that says 'rewind' / back to before this version that I now see

[moonys-bf]

original poem :,)

[wingedpiglets]

Pink Thread

you wrapped your finger around the loose thread and pulled until it broke; an unconscious habit. hurriedly, you shoved it into the armrest of my car on your way out for the last time. the hemmed end of your shirt left frayed and blowing in the wind as you walked away; a quiet ghost of what was, before its innards were pulled out.

weeks fall away and it still sits there: the small ball of pink thread-- the last fragment of you.

[aribcofer]

ari b. cofer, Unfold: Poetry + Prose

[bigsharter666]

ive been wondering why its so hard for me to write about this, and i think its probably because i dont know the pain well enough yet. i spent years talking to my sadness, learning it. but just when i perfected my craft, it all went away. i was better, and there was nothing left to write about.

this is different. heartbreak is a stranger to me, weve only spoken a few times. i see her pass me in traffic. when i look into every window for someone that doesnt exist, she sits in the passenger seat. she's in the background of all the photos i hid from myself. she sleeps on the empty half of my bed, tracing circles on my back.

when i get lonely, i steal glances. hoping that the pain might keep me company, might give me some purpose. maybe it would mean something again, some existential quest for healing. i could bury myself in it, i could live inside of the ache until i memorised all of its darkened hallways. i could rot my body from the inside out with all of the horrible things i would write and the bitterness id swallow.

but i think im getting too old for this game now. i practice letting go in millimetres. running errands and road trips, playlists and trinkets. a fever my body keeps trying to break, i'll purge our memories like a sickness. thats what you said, wasnt it? that i write about love like a disease, like an infection. or maybe it was me. i dont remember anymore.

[silent-insanities]

Plagued by the memories.

[sensitivesublime]

[stev1ezee]

another (poem?) for yawl. wrote this a hot minute ago. definitely not technically a poem!

clouds perfectly suspended by strings from the ozone layer and branches reaching out to you longingly, the fruitful ombre of the sky from fresh to rotten smiling down, the surrounding air humid with such substance it borders on overbearing, but finds a safe balance at tranquil.

i imagine these descriptors to fit your environment as i sit, aching in the thick, chemical filled air of my room as a form of comfort.

even knowing you feel relieved that you’ll never have to see my face again, there isn’t a thing i wouldn’t do to hold you.

no matter how idle and unloving your facial expression, how sharp your words, for your sickeningly sweet scent to fill these walls again is the only thing i want.

the sharp pain in my chest when you speak your lifeless poetry and jab your heartless jabs, in retrospect, sounds so very very sweet in comparison to the void within me.

i would sell my soul if it meant we could be together. a single lifetime with you is worth an eternity of suffering. my mattress remembers you.

[moonentries]

crashed out in my bed,

sheets covering my skin,

how did I ever let you in,

loneliness down my spine,

I didn‘t pick you as mine,

you did it the first time,

run and chase me,

catch and kill me,

just to try to revive my lifeless body,

such a disgrace,

but I couldn‘t stop playing your game,

like a fallen puppet on strings,

treated like the villain in movies,

why do i need to feel this?

pieces left of me sit,

across your house,

can you see it?

my energy never left the building,

it haunts you to this day,

2 years down the drain,

now I can never love again,

I can never love again.

(c) moonentries