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Nov 2021
i despise that feeling
and yet it's one i know so wellย ย 

now a familiar friend
with a cold embrace
it's painful, but in a way it gives release  

i pour out my being at your feet
giving you every last part of me
from the sour
to the bittersweet

perhaps i'm far too broken
to be loved like the rest
to even ask for a love
is something too much to ask

a hopeless romantic
this i cannot deny
but with each heartbreak that becomes me
that small part of me dies

a bitter old woman with no lover to share
only weathered photographs along with distant memories

is that going to be me?

living with the pain of loving you without you loving me

tell me just this

did i at least make you happy?
even just a second?
was there any moment you felt complete?

did i do to you the same, as you had done to me?

if only you were the one
for with you
there was a moment
when home was within your arms
and your love met every need

but once again alone
with that feeling
Written by
Kaity  19/F/Milky Way
(19/F/Milky Way)   
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