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I have gone through
Hell
Broken hearts
And loneliness so potent I almost didn't survive

But the bravest thing I ever did was
*write about it
Being in love with my day dreams
Is much easier
Than being in love with someone
Because while my body may yearn to be held in another's arms
My heart will never have to feel disappointed again
I will continue to write
Until all the world knows you
As just a stupid, silly boy
Who broke the most loving heart

I will not stop
Until all my words engulf the person you are
With the person you were to me
You broke my heart when you left
I broke my own heart by loving you every day since
"So, what's your dream job?"
"President."

"Okay. And what job would your heart choose?"
*"Poet."
Maybe my life is one of the ones
Dedicated to loving so tempestuously
Only to lose that love
So that my writing may always stay truthful
And my judgment never clouded with the lies of forever
They tell me that I will find him one day
But I've also heard that one day turns into today
So how will I know the difference?
When do I get to tell my heart to stop hoping because someday has passed?
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