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  Feb 19 Tristan Corey
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you walked through the fire
& lived to tell the tale—
but now,
the smoke
still clings to your lungs,
& every breath feels
like a battle
you never asked to fight.
inspired by the quote "i survived the trauma but not the aftermath"
Tristan Corey Feb 19
Heartbreak is not sudden, not swift,
no clean cut, no mercy of final breath,
just a slow unraveling,
a body left breathing when the soul has fled.

The air turns to tar in my lungs,
each breath a memory I can’t exhale.
My ribs are a coffin for the love we buried,
but it still whispers beneath the wood.

The sun keeps rising, indifferent,
mocking my sleepless nights,
and time, that cruel undertaker,
refuses to lay me to rest.

Hunger comes, but I let it pass,
an empty stomach suits an empty heart.
Food turns to dust on my tongue,
nothing tastes like it used to.

I walk among the living, unseen,
a ghost with no death to grieve,
a heart still beating in a hollow chest,
wishing for silence, but cursed to bleed.
Tristan Corey Feb 17
Didn’t I give you everything?
Laid my soul bare, stripped myself to nothing,
Held out my heart in trembling hands,
But would it ever have been enough?

Did I fail in ways I never saw?
Or did you simply stop wanting me,
A shadow you forgot to miss,
A whisper swallowed by the wind?

Still, how can you turn so easily,
Step past my shattered pleas,
Leave me staring down an empty road,
That once held both our footprints?

Take it all – every moment, every breath,
Carry my love like dust on your skin,
Don’t turn to see me break.

I could leave too, if it made you see,
That nothing out there will ever be us,
That what we had was everything,
Is this really the end?

I thought love fought harder than this.

Take it all – every hug, every kiss,
Let me rot in the silence you left behind,
Take it all.

I will bend, I will break,
I will twist myself into something new,
If it means you’ll turn around,
If it means you’ll come home.

But you never asked me to.
You never even looked back.
You left it all, every promise, every dream,
Let me crumble unseen, unheard,

So, go,
Take it all – take the pieces of me,
Take this pain I feel,
Turn away from the wreckage of us
And walk into a life where I do not exist.

Take it all.
Tristan Corey Feb 15
There is a hole in my heart,
Right where you used to be—
A you-shaped emptiness,
And it ****** hurts.

But don’t worry,
I’ll take care of that hole,
And when you’re ready – I hope you’ll be ready –
My heart will still be here, waiting for you.

I’ll endure this sharp suffering,
The physical pain of your leaving.
Nobody warned me it would hurt this much.
But it will all be worth it if you come back.

And if you return,
You can make my heart,
With its you-shaped hole,
whole again.
Tristan Corey Feb 14
You walk backwards from the setting sun,
barefoot in the fading gold,
watching light dissolve to dusk,
no secrets left untold.

The evening wind plays with your hair,
soft as whispers never said.
I watch you moving through the light,
with every step I too tread.

The golden glow clings to your skin,
paints you in its embered hue,
a fleeting masterpiece of fire,
Your beauty bathed in red-shifting blue.

I love you in this quiet hour,
when day and night stand hand in hand.
As you walk backwards from the light,
And I watch you from where I stand.
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