You used to give me butterflies
Now you give me anxiety

I used to smile just thinking about you
Now it fills me with anger

You used to make me cry with joy
Now they're just tears of sadness

You used to be my reason to stay strong
Now you're the reason I relapse

I used to imagine a bright future
Now all seems dark

You used to be the calming voice inside my head
Now its the one that screams that loudest

You used to always make me feel better
Now you're why I hurt so bad

You mended my heart and made me feel whole
Now you've broken it and left me in pieces

I used to write love poems about you
*Now the only ones I could write are of pain

Because once we are snagged by the hook of their words
We sometimes want to release the pain.
We want to let the words speak for us while we take a back seat

Because once our hearts are chained to their power
we sometimes need to let the screams fill the pages in ALL CAPS.
Sometimes we need to bury our pain with lead and shavings.

Because sometimes the only thing that is stable is the rhymes and stanzas
The structure of 5-7-5 gives us control
The freestyles might not be enough
but they at least let us express how we feel with out being turned down.

This is why we write Heart Broken Love Poems.

Left* -

 my desires boiling...
my needs over-powering...

  carefree



                             ­                                       Right-       
                                                          ­                                                
                                                               my light flickering...
                                                   ­            my heart yearning...                                                                
 ­                                                            
    ­                                                            Passionate
                




                                                   Center -

                                                   Logical

                                                   Steady

­                                                   Reliable
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- March 11th, 2014  11:48 pm

Pillows hold so many secrets.

There's the tear stained nights
and midnight chit chats.
There's whispers of regret
and sleepy heads.

Some turn to pillows from over exaustion
and others toss and turn with insomnia.
Drunken heads that have passed out
and ones that block out the bad with sleep.

Sleep talking, monolouges and bed time storys.
"Dont worry my darling it will all be okay"
Woes are spilt and soaked in
by our trusted pillows.

*If only they could talk, oh the secrets.

When smoke fills lungs

            Blood in veins freeze

                       Tears stream down on face

                               Hands collapse disgraced

                                   Heart's screams ignored

                                           Lips curl

                                                   Mouth exhales.

Angel cries for that soul.
When smoke fills lungs.



- Feb 23rd, 2014. 3:13 am.

My heart bleeds* for all those who have suffered wrongfully.

                                      My eyes water when I see what they've been through.


My hands stretch out towards them  but they are so far away...

                                      I wish I could help you  ALL  overcome your pain


I clasp, I bow and I pray - that any evil be removed from wherever you are           today in everyway.


A Reaction I Feel Daily

- Feb 28th, 2014  2:47 pm.