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Now I know what true heartache feels like
Watching someone you love talk about someone else.
Today I experienced a different type of pain
A pain that made me fight back tears
And when I closed the door behind me
They fell to the floor.

Drip, drip, drip.

Who needs drugs and alcohol to get ******
Love can do that for you.

It's easy to catch feelings for someone, however
Because I am close to doing the same
I just need to find him.
And then hopefully my hurt and pain for you
Will transform into love for someone else.
I hide my poetry from you,
to hide the things so painfully true,
the things I don't have, the words to say,
so I keep them from you, but maybe one day...
I won't have to.
I'm sorry for hiding my poetry. There's so much I don't have the words to say
Forgiving those who cause your heart to ache
That isn't such an easy mission to complete
It's like getting sting twice by the same snake
That's why the hearts of men is as concrete.
Whether it be your parents, a close friend,
A coworker, or a family member
Once your heart was broken it's hard to mend,
It's a scar you will always remember.  
I once forgave someone who stained my heart,
It wasn't easy to grant them forgiveness,
But it wasn't too late for me to start.

Written by: Kevarie O. Leslie
Kevarie O. Leslie
Kevarie O. Leslie
Kevarie O. Leslie
Kevarie O. Leslie
Kevarie O. Leslie
I could write a million poems to you
but it would never be enough

Everything I have to say to you
is too much to ever put in words
I keep telling myself
you will fade out
I will forget about you
you won't matter anymore
I will cease to love you

But I don't think it works that way
all these years
even when we didn't talk
the ember in my heart stayed hot
just saying hi to you can bring it to a full blaze
and light my heart on fire once again

I don't believe there will ever not be a spot for you in my heart
the fire will never completely go out
Connor
  Nov 2015 documenting my thoughts
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"Where are your hopes and dreams?"

"It's in my heart."* I replied.

"But it's broken!" they cried.

Is it wrong to have hopes
And dreams in a broken heart?

You don't keep them anywhere
Where they would fade with the time.

You don't place them somewhere
Where they could be forgotten.

They must be safe in a place
Where they would not cease to exist
Or be passed by the hands of time.

Even if the heart, itself, is not safe.

And when your heart breaks,
*That's when they become true.
Surely
The day will be light
Darkness will be night
The wind will blow
While rivers flow
The sun will glow
As night creatures lay low
Why trouble incessantly
With what happens tomorrow
As long as earth remains earthly
All will come and go
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