People don't seem to understand that you left and you're not coming back
But I can't really blame them because I don't really understand it either
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
You don't realize that losing you broke her heart.
Amazingly she hides it, though she's aching to tell you she misses you.
She knows all too well that you'll just scoff and laugh in her face.
But you really ******* broke it.
You broke my- uh I mean her...um...her heart.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
It may have been beautiful
but it destroyed me
and left me to burn in its wake
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
How could I know what to feel
when my heart just broke into a million pieces
only to be rebuilt within seconds,
just to shatter again?
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
For me it's you, it's always been you, even before I knew it.
But for you, it's always been him...even before you knew it.
It's always him no matter what.
He is the one who gets to comfort and cuddle you,
He is the one who gets to refers to you as "mine",
He, is the one who gets to spend his life with you
but it should've been me
It should be me.
I thought I had deserved some happiness by then
but no.
I just loved you *so ******* hard* that I thought it would make you love me back.
It didn't work.
I realize that now.
He can have the job of loving you like that.
I just hope you don't destroy him like you destroyed me.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
I knew you would forget, just as soon as the sun would rise,
But your words, cliché and hollow, came as no surprise.
I asked but one small favor, at both break and close of day,
Just to hear you say hello, but now, hope's bled away.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:38 PM UTC
The worst thing I ever did to myself was love you.
I loved you at my worst
and when you broke my heart,
I slipped even further than I ever thought I could
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Hell is real and it's filled with versions of you
where things went right,
but you're forced to watch them
and remember how everything went wrong for you
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC
Why is it that every time I leave the room, I hear
the candles flickering? You all whispering, your breath
fluttering, butterflies of lies and deceit, they in their eloquent
artifice, they are fluttering the candles, causing them too to whisper,
Voices of smoke and flame, and human tongues, whispering that most hurtful
sound, a trusted friend, hissing through a liars teeth.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
electromagnetically
feelings occur,
responsive to going ons,
pineal gland awakens the senses.
and almost every woman has heard it
"you're so emotional."
so electromagnetically aware
and we don't remember this,
now,
the womb,
the beat maker,
she tunes the
energy of the babe.
mothers wave of
waves fractionally
lay a deep foundation
of the babes waves.
I tell my children
if they can't find me
to look in their hearts
I reside there…
my rhythm, my beat, my heat
lives on.
my womb
charged that spark
that started the parting
of molecules
fractionally
creating its imagine
time and time again, (as we do)
until, begin again,
a new life.
rest your head upon my chest
child
for a recharge.
in our civilized world
we send mothers to work
in a make believe cycle of need.
babes heart searches
for mamas tone
she only cries short
cautious of overspent energy
first dose of sickness.
and EVERY woman has heard it…
"you're so emotional"
notably more so
during some part of her
moon cycle.
so obviously the moon
is more electromagnetic
than we guess.
and women are more emotional
because we are the heart
of the species.
we co-create the heart
of the species.
we require the emotional
antenna
to summon the essence of the heart.
we didn't come from a rib…
our ribs vibrate the
harmony of life through our time!
our hearts beat
the pulse of the
sun
and the dark side of the moon
and infinity.
we are electromagnetically
inclined to emotions.
systematically processing
the energy of existence.
perhaps the first title I will accept
a claim upon my being,
the feminine sensitive.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC