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Maverick92
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I was in the home stretch Of the worst heart break 5k I’ve faced since last May Was tired of putting bandaids Over scars from old stitches Left by a few witches That flew away as fast as they came I don’t know what possessed me To speak first Maybe it was a side effect From all of Cupid’s grazed arrows Flying freely like sparrows Only to miss their mark Leaving me with a thirst To conquer love once and for all In short You congest my brain The way a rainbow stalls a dreary day And resurrected the good parts of me I sent to an early grave A beacon on a stormy night The sigh of relief when you get a question right You make me feel like a kid On Christmas morning That just received Everything they were hoping I’d gladly go through Hell again If it meant in the end I get to hold your hand.
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Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
Poem for Logan
You’ve been gone Longer than you stayed The ticking of a clock Echoing the sound Of my heart break Said you’d never leave You were gone the next day Told me I made you happy But something made you run away An unsolved mystery You’ll take to your unmarked grave.
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Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:08 AM UTC
Save face
Playing Russian roulette With my playlist Waiting for a song That triggers Memories of you And kills My temporary bliss.
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 10:17 PM UTC
It’s all fun and games until your heart breaks
A closed door with a goodbye Is easier to accept Than One abruptly slamming In your face.
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 5:40 PM UTC
Knock knock
You left I settled for A one night stand To inject novacaine Into my broken heart Instead I was sedated Against my will While the parts of me You loved Were taken advantage of And while she slept The only thought Running through My drunken head Was that You were only A block away And I wished You could feel My pain Like a beckoning call To be my saving grace Before I became something I now hate.
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
I still miss your company
The old man With a handlebar mustache And pipe in his hand Has asked me How I’ve been Every day Since your absence. Too chipper to be Death Too rugged for Hope He mentions The pain in my eyes Lessens each week And offers a **** To help me cope. I explain, “It’s not the thought of her That brings me sorrow But knowing that tomorrow I’ll be one step closer To forgetting her laugh Or how she felt In my hands.” He casually says back, “I don’t think it’s fair For your heart On the mend To relive a love Abandoned When she left With the wind.” Same time tomorrow Old friend.
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Same time tomorrow
*A cheesy pickup line Grand parade of flattery You’re first in line Cute Funny Surprise, I’m here I can’t stay long How many kisses? I lost count Sweets You’re too good for me I’m glad you’re in my life You make me happy I’m not seeing anyone else It’s not possible for me to stop liking you I’m just really busy* All of the things you said and did Run around my head Like a haunted carousel I’m reluctant to ride again. I mute my heartbreak by reminiscing In betweens of our beginning and end. Then I think You couldn’t remember the color of my eyes, Even if you were staring right at them. I remember every smile you cracked, And the way your half naked body danced. Saving a list of your favorite things, Should I ever forget. (I never did.) My thief in broad daylight, How I adored your lies. Your someone new Was the reason you stopped making time, And I wasn’t worth a poem Or an apology, Much less a goodbye. So, this is mine.
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Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 1:14 AM UTC
In between the beginning and end
It’s been over a week Since you left And when my friends ask How I’ve been I say Like a splinter Leaving my hand. Though it’s gone The soreness lingers on.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
Splinter
How quick The damaged girl Moves On Without hesitation Or consideration For fear Of being figured out Leaving behind A box full of Broken new toys.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
Volunteer turned victim
I look at the vacant spot Where your car was parked For forty five minutes And wonder When the lies overlapped The truth. You reluctantly left The night we first kissed Then two weeks later You willingly disappeared Answering my doubts With silence.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
Blinded by my own crusade for love