Can I die from a broken heart?
If I smile through the agony
Will it tear me apart?
Or will I somehow be ok?

If I drag myself out of bed
Clear the poisonous thoughts
Out of my fragile head
Will I somehow be ok?

Can I die from a broken heart?
Should I lay here and never leave
Or rise and focus on a fresh start
Tell me which do I choose?

When all is said and done
And I chose the latter of the two
Would that mean that he has succeeded?
In truly breaking me

Harsh Cold Winter

It’s a harsh cold winter
You’re gone and I’m so bitter
I sat front-row seat
As I watched our love wither

Heart gouged by the splinters
You’ve silenced your ringer
And my feelings for you
Oh, they still linger…

It’s a harsh cold winter
Choked sobs and silent whimpers
Sparks of love burned out
Leaving ashes and cinder

Sleepless nights
Bottles of whiskey
Skipped meals
My love, do you miss me?

It’s a harsh cold winter
I’ve always been an overthinker
Should I move on? Or reach out?
letting my healing progress hinder

Week old sheets that smell of you
Tears as wide as the ocean
People come and go
But all I ever wanted was your devotion

I turned longing into an art form
even poets couldn’t envy.
You said I loved the pain,
like I twisted every wound into a crown,
like I begged to be ruined.

You told me you’d **** me around,
said it like a warning,
but I heard it like a promise
I wanted you to break.

I had a picture of us in my head—
me, softer, more hopeful,
you, more beautiful than you knew,
with wild hair and laughter
that felt like home.

I still think of your hands,
hands that never held me,
but left marks all the same.
I wonder where they are now,
whose skin they’ve mapped,
what laughter they’ve tangled with—
and if they still carry the echoes of me,
whispering between the spaces they touch.

Now, every poem I write
is a bridge I burned,
trying to reach you—
but the ashes are all I have left.

I’ve gotten prettier, you know—
in the way scars fade but never really leave,
short skirts, boots up to my knees,
hair spilling like rebellion.
But still, the ache follows.

I want you to see it—
to scroll past my pictures and feel
the smallest sting,
to wonder if I’d still let you kiss me
if you came back—
but would I want you to?

He longs to be close to me,
like a moth to a matchstick.
But god,
he's drawn to any pretty light.
Blinded, hungry, dizzy.

Fluttering erratically, just to feel something.
Life is too short.
One day, all the lights go out.
It's all he can think about.

we burned like cheap whiskey,
sharp, bitter,
gone too fast,
leaving me with the kind of hangover
you don’t walk off.
you were my way out—
or at least a hope,
a muse, a laugh,
something to hold on to
in this stupid, circular life.

but I was too much,
and not enough.
all my broken pieces,
all your quiet exits.
you looked at me like I was the problem
you couldn’t solve,
and I looked at you like
you could save me.

love doesn’t save anyone.
it guts you.
it leaves you bleeding out
on a ***** floor,
picking through the mess
for anything worth keeping.
I haven’t found it yet.

This is how it started

I shook her up
She was ready to burst
When she was ready
I opened her up
And she exploded
Thoughts
Emotions
Interests
Secrets
It was all too much
So I dropped her

That is how it ended

I am not angry or bitter
Just a hint of sadness
Like your absolute favorite show just aired its last episode.
Or someone took away your favorite game before you beat that last level.
Or you didn’t get the job of your dreams, especially after a great few interviews where you felt you did great.
Or your childhood best friend is moving away.

not heartbroken, maybe heart-bruised?
Just a little harder to breath today
My heart is not beating as strong as it did yesterday, it feels a little irregular actually. Like it literally doesn’t know the rhythm to the beat now.
My voice is not as loud, and I feel a little less brave than I did last week.
My back hurts all of the sudden, but I have this urge to run for miles.
I feel Foggy, like walking away from a car accident. Or just like waking up from a very vivid dream, I just need to recalibrate my reality.

I am not mad or angry or bitter. And I definitely don’t hate you.
I harbor absolutely no ill will or bad emotions towards you.
In fact, I understand, all I can do is …understand. I chose to be understanding rather than hurt.
I just feel defeated, deflated, and disappointed. And so so so tired!
so I just need to lay down in the dark for a bit. Lick my wounds. Recalibrate my reality. And heal.
Then maybe I can be your friend again.
Until then, be well, be happy, be your awesome self!
I’ll walk away from this with nothing but great memories, I hope you do the same 💐

You don’t have to write me back

Through alcohol my words I stutter
So what if I've turned to another
Vice, don't look twice
On our mistakes, we were meant to break.

And I wish I could still please you
But now I look through
Our veils of betrayal and disappointments
Do you think we can still make amends?

Wish I'd been enough
Wish I didn't catch you laugh
On my pain
Can you handle the blame?