#sad love poetry

[tullipsink]

i don’t know to forget you, i don’t think i ever will

[moontus]

𝐖𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞?

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞...

- 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐬

[m00wd]

You are so in love with the idea of being in love that you will fall in love with anyone.

— Your heart will still kill you one day

[athenas--ashes--777]

Does he really not see the daggers he buries deep in my heart?

[saccharinehell]

You will find someone new, start a new love and a new life while I'm waiting here hoping you might come back.

[weeby-monster-the-bastard]

"i wish we were safe, in a meadow where no one can hurt us, no one can make us feel bad. i would hold you as we cry out our own suffering, i would press tear-soaked salted kisses into your cheeks, i'd hum to you to soothe your soul whispering i love you in your ears. that's where i want to be right now and that's where i wish to take you"

-Ivan R. Nadia

[lifepath25]

A dangerous you and a confused me met, what would the results be ? A match made from hell.

[sindee-lulu]

In English, we say: “I miss you.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I trace the shape of your absence in the spaces where your laughter used to linger,

and let the echoes of you fill the hollow hours.”

In English, we say: “I don’t know how to let go.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I carry you in my chest like a stone—

heavy, unyielding, and carved with the sharp edges of what once was.”

In English, we say: “I feel lost.”

But in poetry, we say:

“The compass of my heart spins wildly now,

its needle drawn to places it can no longer call home.”

In English, we say: “I wish it were different.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I water the garden of could-have-beens with tears,

waiting for flowers that refuse to bloom.”

In English, we say: “I hope you’re happy.”

But in poetry, we say:

“May the sun that warms your days and

be as kind to as the first kiss of dew on the dawning light upon the leafs of the laurel that we once made love under”

In English, we say: “You hurt me.”

But in poetry, we say:

“You planted thorns in my chest with hands I once trusted,

and now every breath feels like an apology I shouldn’t owe.”

In English, we say: “I wanted to stay.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I lingered at the edge of your world,

a star burning quietly, unnoticed in your vast, indifferent sky.”

In English, we say: “I’m trying to move on.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I untangle your name from my veins each morning,

only to find it woven into my dreams again at night.”

In English, we say: “I’ll be okay.”

But in poetry, we say:

“I gather the shattered pieces of myself like broken glass,

knowing someday, even scars can catch the light.”

With poetry I write paths through gardens of grace with words in ways my body dare not go as a whole

Inspired by an instagram series “in poetry we say “

Art by Anna Loginova

[duaansari]

Loving you is all I can do even if you are broken, I would make all your sharp edges cut me, make me bleed but I will give you the warmest hug.

-Dua Ansari, from Love blinds the broken.

[bloodintoink-blog]

Half of me is you

Is it me? Is it me? or is it you in me? Who am i? Am i you in disguise? I don't know what I am without you What I would've been if you hadn't come my way

I am made of your best pieces You swallowed my existence like a black hole and emitted a better version of you in parts of my form Half of me is you and the other half of me is, unintentionally, trying to be you

They will have to know you first to know me When they ask me my favourite color I remember yours When they ask me my favourite book I remember yours When they ask me my favourite memory I remember yours By that I mean I have no memory without you in it Even though I hadn't met you in my childhood You are there, in my memory, standing afar Our hands almost touch "I wish I met you sooner." "I wish I never met you."

You are the shape of my water Your sorrow, my drought Your words are the pearls I wear around my neck Your silence, my necklace's chokehold You are my eclipse But your absence causes apocalypse

Half of me is you and the other half of me is trying to be you and yet I cannot love me but I can love you

—𝓓

[thekidsoftheshadows]

It doesn't matter..

I would say happy birthday, But you told me not to text you anymore. It doesn't matter- 'Cause you never liked celebrations anyway. And I bought you a necklace, One I'll never got to give. But it doesn't matter You wouldn't have worn it. And I still have your necklace, I wear it every day, Hoping that maybe It might bring you back. But it doesn't matter We don't talk anymore. -Becks

[moontus]

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞

𝐓𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

- 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐬

[thehummingbee20]

right now when you look at me, your eyes see gold

but i am scared to let you close

cause what if someday you see me the way i see myself

a shell of light, filled with nothing but cold void

[m00wd]

It Is Possible To Experience Hell In A Sad Dawn.

[tumkyajaanodilkebaat]

Tumhe tumhare zindagi mein khush dekhkar

Khush ho jati hoon main

Kitne sundar mehbooba hai tumhari dekhkar

Es Dil ko yeh smjhate hoon main

Ke mehboobao ke mehfil mein usne chuna nahi hame

Mehboobao ke mehfil mein usne chuna nahi hame

Surat toh dekh le unhone sirat ka kuch pta nhi unhe

[junexsleepyy]

I’ve loved you for so many years, yet you haven’t noticed it by now.