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I try to find little bits of you in my heart
And no matter how hard I search my ocean depths
For one shining ray of yours
I only find bits of moonlight.
Like a puzzle missing a piece
A part of my perception of you is gone
I cannot leave
No matter how sad you make me
Because my heart remembers
How you'd made me the happiest I'd been
I thought the love was special
But I was standing in the queue
All the others you had been giving love to
Were hidden by walls only you could see
I feel as if my body is being ripped apart
Heart and mind on opposing sides
My body is so numb now
My body is dragging along, like a zombie
Like a puppet, pulled by your strings
Like a heart through the ocean.
I don't even know what I was thinking
Disappointed in you and myself
The person I loved the most
The person I admired most in my life
Has turned a red, beating heart
Into one full of rife
this is my 118th poem, written on 8/8/24
cesario 11h
if we’re meant to be, we’re meant to be.
impotent to the threads of destiny,
still hoping the universe aligns ours once more.

hope doesnt exist without love,
and my love,
i hope for ‘us’ to exist once more.

in a better, evolved state —
please universe,
let us find each other once more.
A love so delicate
How did we get to intricate
Set us free
Didn't know it's all you wanted to be.

But then you unwrapped yourself
The moment I left
Something I will always recall
It's the fall
You shamelessly aimed
To call.
Maya 2d
The Breakup Buffet

Love was sweet, or so it seemed,
Until it soured like spoiled cream.
Heartbreak served on a silver plate,
A buffet of feelings—what a fate!

Tears are salty, regrets like stew,
But hey, there's dessert—moving on too!
In this feast of emotions, you'll find,
A breakup is just life's way to dine.
We all have tasted a sweet from the breakups buffet
my girlfriend
told me I needed to sit down
                                                  before hearing it
her sylphlike fingers hovering over
                                                            ­my cut-up cuticles
with eyes hovering past my head
                                                          un­committed
but convincingly connected to my soul
                                                            ­      immovable

just then
Unidentified Flying Objects
                                                crashed into our chat
through the tense atmosphere
                                                   and down to where we sat
their gaze lasting light-years
                                                 and blasting neon beams
into the split ends of my hair
                                                  setting fire to my precious dreams
and splattering brains onto her mini-skirt                                                       ­           
                                                     ­                   it was an ugly affair

to end
if i were alive
                        to recount their excursion
i'd add she stepped over
                                           the ****** matter
hopped aboard the mothership
                                                       with no coercion
and was never seen
                                  without her extraterrestrial lovers
again
another experimental piece :p
I write my paradise
While my soul is in demise
I write to escape
In words I take new shape.

In you I had an ally
Until against me you planned a rally
For order and control
It was all just for show.

I loved and still do
All the good I saw in you
And when the moon is anew
I'll pray I never met you.
Lena 5d
Why today
Why now
I didn’t exist to you
before today
and now you
want to talk?

Preposterous.
Absurd.

I just got over you
and now you want
to talk,
most likely
about how I did something wrong?

Part of me wants to say
‘Go **** yourself’
But that would hurt more
Wouldn’t it?

This has to be
retribution
for my actions
though I have naught  
a clue what I did wrong
Woohoo! Another depressed poem about a breakup, how cliché.
Lena 5d
When I look at the pictures that I used to take
Of us sitting together,
saw your beaming face.
The beautiful poses that you used to do
Oh how I wish I could come back to you

Why do I tear up when memories are no more
The feelings worked over
You walked out the door
I no longer exist to you
Maybe its better
That you never see the poem
Enclosed in this letter.
I poem I wrote during a breakup, some of my better work with rhyme specifically.
I fell for him,
we laughed,
we danced,
we kissed—
rainbows and sunshine.

Now I breathe deep,
eyes wide,
alone in bed.
"Was it all a dream?"
my heart cries.
Will he come back?.............................................
After a pause of dreaming about you
I thought I had been cured
Until my dream the following night
Oh, the things I saw and heard

Your presence was near to me
You had come to visit here
And I could tell you how sorry I was
And how I hold you so dear

But the moment I went to see you
You were leaving that very date
And I reached out my hand, trying to grab you
But I was a moment too late.
this was my 42nd dream, written on 11/4/23. yes these were based off of actual dreams
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