#sad love poetry

[itz-fizzle-pop-berry-twist]

~feels like shit 🙂🙂

𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗍 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉.

[tullipsink]

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

[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.

[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

[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

[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

[junexsleepyy]

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

[bonnibuckets]

— the garden within | leon kennedy

pairings: leon x gn! reader

warnings: ANGST

synopsis: your garden was doomed from the start

wc: 190 (its a poem)

note: wrote this about a certain someone irl but then i turned it into something different to fit this lol. I also apologize for not posting its finals week.

── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──

Leon S. Kennedy

Your life, Your world, Your universe, Your savior, Your happiness, Your beautiful moon on those dark nights— luminating the sky with his presence. Pouring everything into him watching it blossom into a ravishing garden of roses.

But what you lacked to see was

The soil was hard and rotten from the start

Poisoned by aphids

Poisoning your beautiful garden by feeding and weakening your roses— killing everything you knew

The garden you knew.

The aphids’ voice dripped like venom as it stole your moon right from your fingertips— and the worst part was he was allowing it.

His heart still stuck in the past as his body was in the present.

The promise Leon’s lips spoke were nothing but empty hollow words— hollow, exactly how you felt as you watched your moon disappear from your nights plunging you in cold bitter darkness.

Only then did you realize you wasted your time tilling the hard soil and watering your roses daily. Meticulously tending to your precious garden in hopes the flowers wouldn’t wilt away

As the aphid named ada wong smiled and ate away at your hard work.

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[gayasspoetry]

yellow girl

oh, to think you were different!

it was such a foolish little thing

I'll be honest as long as you listen

you're still my best "what if?"

and my favorite "what could've been?"

we used to be the best of friends

then the dream couple of the century

now we're just ex-friends, past lovers

simple strangers with some memories

that keep us alive in my heart.

I used to think you were my life

but you were just a summer

you left as fast as you came

like a season changing, you were

one foot in my life and one out the door

I still look for your face in the crowd

but I only find you in sad love songs

about summer flings and heartbreak

written about people who forgot too fast

about what was and could've been.

you make loving me look like

the hardest thing a person can do

but I think it's quite simple, really;

I'm only human like you

or anybody around us, for that matter.

oh, yellow girl, let me know!

why did you leave in September?

what made you want to call it quits

instead of calling me

to talk about all the things yet to come?

in my head, it's still the fourth of July

and you're still here by my side

but really, it's November now

and you're far away from me

and your lipstick stains someone else's shirt

oh, can we still fall in live this summer

over again like years ago?

can life feel like a movie again?

can we live our lives on the screen?

can we live and die together?

[poetic-solitude]

Emotional Dependency, by Grain Woods

I've become dependent.

My happiness depends on him.

He's the only one I want to talk to.

But he's always busy.

I want to call him.

And I'm sad when I don't.

But I don't because it feels like I can't.

Because I don't want to be a bother.

He says I can talk to him any time.

But I'm afraid of being too much.

I don't want to be too clingy.

Because then he'll just leave me.

It's better to be sad sometimes.

Then to be left sad forever.

[sullenload]

i love you. i love you and the way your mouth curls up when you won’t admit i’m funny. you hate smiling with all of your teeth, but when i see it, my body melts into the shape of waking up next to you on a sunny morning.

you kept me afloat and didn't even let me know you were drowning. it still hurts knowing how well you hid it but i guess it’s too late now.

what do i do with this? what do i do with this emptiness that has an underlying scent of your clothes?

my ribs crack every time i pass you and take in that loving scent. one that feels like holding me when i’m at my worst.

i’m sorry. i’m sorry you had to feel like you were at the bottom of the ladder, having to feel like you need to help everyone else up and by the time it’s your turn, you’re already back on the ground trying to catch your breath.

i’m sorry you didn’t feel like i could be there for you. and maybe that’s my fault.

[tullipsink]

waking up next to you is like a dream coming true

[s3d4t3m3]

Cut deep into my skin, push the knife deep enough in so you can see the heart that's beating for you, so you can feel the blood that runs for you, so you can watch the tears that are falling for you~

[thelesthatusesherwords]

I don’t care that love is a gamble

I want to find my person

I want to experience a genuine love

and hold them close until the end of time

because true love is forever

and that’s worth gambling for

[bloodintoink-blog]

Loveless

You can love me all you want

but never, never blame me

for what it brings forth

I will pray to everything anyone believes in

that you never love me

and help anyone who ever did

When I read love poems

I think I'll never feel them

I won't say I am loveless

but my love's worthless

I love in the dark, like shadow, like ghost

I can't stay in love, I think it hurts the most

I think I've never felt anything

which doesn't feel like a knife stuck at my throat

I bet you think you could love me

but you don't know my antidote

Such a tragedy it is to love me

Such agony to hold m𝘦

Do you feel the void in my kiss?

Do you taste the saltiness on my lips?

Don't I taste like metal, like blood?

Do you smell the smoke in my breath?

Can you savour the venom in my mouth?

Can you breathe it back?

Can you take it in?

Can you feel the love turning black?

Can you feel the life draining out?

What is love when it dies?

Is it love if it dies?

—𝓓