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2.2k · Mar 2017
Love doesn't exist
unnamed Mar 2017
So tell me
Is it possible to give love
And have it returned equally?
Is it possible to give him your soul
And have it returned whole?
Love.
Maybe this emotion is nothing
But a fictional feeling
The key to misery.
A lie,
Birthed from misleading childhood story lines.
Because I believe
There's never gold at the end of the rainbow
And a heart that's broken can't be sowed
There's no happily ever after
No perfect ending finishing the last chapter
No white picket fence or perfect family to show
Love doesn't exist
Just people here to use u as their personal
Ventriloquist...

Betrayal.
3/16/17
1.8k · Aug 2016
toxic love
unnamed Aug 2016
She was another heartless soul
wondering around waiting,
waiting for a love that would save her
from her imprisonment.
Deep, dead, shackled and hopeless
he had her captured,
another skeleton in the graveyard of the hearts he stole.

She was in love with a demon
in all his evil ways she couldn't stay away
she was a feign, for the pain
addicted to this love laced in cyanide.
He knew his power, consciously poisoning her spirit, stealing her innocence and manipulating her mind...

Breeze ©
for anyone dealing with toxic love



(C) 2016. Copyrighted 31 August 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem
unnamed Sep 2016
I fell in love with the morning
how you stumbled out of bed
when you first woke up
and how your eyes groaned with exhaustion.
The way your hands grasped my hipbones
while your lips stole the ending of my sentences.
Everyday with you felt like a month of Sunday mornings
with white bed sheets and lazy smiles.

That same morning, I fell in love with
the coffee shop down the street
and the way your asked for your coffee.

The ride home from your house
made me remember what Monday mornings felt like...

Somewhere in between falling
in love with our midnight conversations
that were exhaled through cigarette breaths,
interrupted by coffee stains,
and reading the love notes you had
written on my flesh,
I realized...
I am in love with the presence
of your words
and the feel of your existence...


But I am not  in love with you...


Breeze ©
(C) 2016. Copyrighted 1 September 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem
818 · Sep 2016
My favorite "what if"
unnamed Sep 2016
Two pink lines, we knew it was true
Sooner or later we would meet you
We knew it would happen you even sent clues
So happy we made phone calls to share the great news

Suddenly Mommy was in pain
saw bleeding Daddy said something was strange
Praying together hoping nothing is wrong
tears in my eyes trying to stay strong

Up on the screen your sister was present
you weren't there you were sent back to heaven,
so confused trying to understand why
I had one baby and the other didn't survive..

As quickly as your life started
it ended, at only 9 weeks.
I was so ready, we were so close
so small, no eye could see
So early, yet you still meant so much to me

I long to know what you looked like,
and hold you in my arms
Loving you from a distance
your still our  good luck charm.

Never will I have the chance to kiss your sweet lips
or carry your loving body around on my hip.
Your mine and always will be
but oh I long to touch the baby I will never see..

Having you with me
for a short time is still such a gift
you will forever be my favorite "what if".
I wrote this in memory of the baby that I lost. it will forever be my favorite what if... I was pregnant with twins and on January 1, 2013 at 1:35am I lost my baby. I will never forget you. Mommy loves you, forever and always. My angel. <3
771 · Sep 2016
how dare you...
unnamed Sep 2016
How dare you give me pieces of you and take it back
make me fall so deeply and then drop me right on my ***.
Your words were velvet lies leaving your lips.
so soft and yet dangerous to my mental.
the back and forth, yes's and maybe's.
I constantly found validation for you and your ****.

How dare you walk into my life causing confusion
creating this allusion of this "love" that I believed.
causing my knees to weaken with just one kiss
so blind wearing loves glasses I could not see
that your heart never belonged to me...

How dare you exit the back door,
locking it behind you
desperately I searched for the key,
you buried it in the soil of another woman's garden.
trying to hold onto our love, our memories,
everything we could be.
slipped right through my fingers like water in the rain...  

how dare you, fool me into giving you my heart
when you knew you weren't capable of loving me...


Breeze ©
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572 · Aug 2016
amor counterfeit
unnamed Aug 2016
"We're not in love, love is vivid."
What once was is over now, short lived.
That story lacked of those sweet emotions and happiness.
Grey dark memories and faded dull surface conversations.
Very little to hold us together so we fell apart.
There was no love present
A relationship built on attraction and no foundation.
Ended as fast as it started
We were entertained by the idea
Posting falsified photos for advertisement.

Breeze ©
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461 · Jan 2017
Una Mensis
unnamed Jan 2017
Memories have become my best friend when I am missing you.
Waiting...
Daylight and nightfall have become the only clock of time when I am dreaming of you.
Wishing...
Out of what dream will you arise?
Arriving...
Back into the arms of my reality.
Finally...

Una mensis
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438 · Sep 2016
Beautifully Vulnerable
unnamed Sep 2016
Take the chains off of your hardened heart
Vulnerability is true beauty.
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437 · Feb 2017
Grievance
unnamed Feb 2017
You know what's hard
Believing that love lasts forever
U know what's harder?
Grieving the loss of someone who is still alive...
We were supposed to be for all eternity
I was suppose to be your bride
For better or for worse, that's what you told me...
Maybe I'm a fool and naive
for thinking
That your heart was only to beat for me.
Because if it were really true
You wouldn't leave.
love isn't supposed to be a cage for pain
It's supposed to be a gift freely given and well received.
You were the fire that I needed desperately
to light the trail to a better world
You were my escape...


And as the minute pass
I have to watch the love we once lit together burn out...


ashes to ashes, dust to dust...
343 · Mar 2018
He doesnt know...
unnamed Mar 2018
You even dont know
How I pray to the Gods every night to keep you safe.
Or how I get chills whenever someone speaks your name.
Or how you inspired me to write again.
You dont even know how I lie awake at night
Counting stars, wishing on each one for you.
you dont realize,
my heart writes novels and haikus
Of how you remind me of dawn
Gracing with the beauty of pink and purple hues.
You dont realize the suffocating truth that I am so utterly in love with you...
334 · Aug 2018
...
unnamed Aug 2018
...
Allow me to be
your coffee in the morning,
four sugars two cream.
give you the taste test
of the sweetness I bring.
I want to raise you up
both ways,
and at night I’ll be your whiskey
you can kneel and get drunk off my love.
I want to drip in your finesse,
bless me with your holy water
baptise me.
dive in to my skin
cleanse me of my sins..
330 · Feb 2017
Distance
unnamed Feb 2017
Trying to capture your love is like trying to catch a single drop in the rain.

-impossible
328 · Dec 2018
letter...
unnamed Dec 2018
The seasons have changed,
its gotten cooler outside, the leaves have fallen.
I'm up on a Sunday morning trying to figure out
where we went wrong.
I have had a change of heart and its not your fault.
I just believe that our time is up.
I cannot be the woman you want,
Ive tried to convince myself that I loved you
but my subconscious reveals the truth every time
I'm fighting with myself.
You say I'm building a wall,
I'm just trying to fade fast so that you don't fall
I don't want to be the reason you hurt,
I don't want to be the reason you break
please just leave me be,
I hope you one day find a woman who can nurture your heart the way you need
She's not me.



I'm sorry, darling.
299 · Apr 2019
.
unnamed Apr 2019
.
its hard to revisit what destroyed me
I've just began healing.
life without you was like giving up my favorite drug,
I was addicted you.
279 · Jan 2019
Untitled
unnamed Jan 2019
Your clear eyes a see of accumulated raindrops,
started to ripple
as I touched the surface.

In your depths I dived;
neither sinking nor losing air-
never drowning despite the rough waves
of unchartered waters.

With no fear of trenches
as deep as the Mariana's
or fear of undercurrents
as mysterious as the Bermuda's
I sought further to know
250 · Sep 2016
Prelude. The end.
unnamed Sep 2016
i know this feeling...

We've reached the end of the story before even hitting the first chapter.

I know this feeling...

Late replies, and silence, communication becoming less frequent.

Your mind is floating else where and your heart is no longer here...

I know this feeling...

This is the prelude to the trainwreck we had yet to create.

This is the end...
(C) 2016. Copyrighted 12 September 2016. Breeze. All rights reserved. Please quote poem with author name, poem title and date published if sharing to external sites without the link or/and if sharing an excerpt of the poem
204 · Apr 2019
in your skin
unnamed Apr 2019
i have drifted under your skin
seeped through your pores down to the marrow in your bones
i have consumed the soul,
the part of you that you like to keep hidden
because you are too fragile to show it willingly.

how is that i was so easily invited
when you have kept that part of you locked away for so long?
how is it that you allow me to enter that sacred space?
what is it you see in me?

flowing through your veins
i am comfortable here existing within you
traveled in with one gentle kiss to your lips.
inhale, i have risen life into you once again
your heart has grown daisies, your eyes have grown deep,
starry like the universe you carry within you.





Thank you for allowing me to unfold the layers of your heart.
177 · Mar 2018
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unnamed Mar 2018
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Too exhausted to feel anything...



----Numb
124 · Apr 2019
Question
unnamed Apr 2019
I don't think you realize
that the joy in my eyes has now faded
Do you see how you leave me lifeless?
I've poured so much into you,
and I'm left empty...
Will you fill the glass?
Will you fix my broken heart?- patch it back into being whole?

Does it matter at all?
Do I matter to you or were you just settling?
To fill the void of loneliness?

I have so many questions,
                                       they'll be left unanswered.

— The End —