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tryhard 1d
opened my heart once
after keeping everything in
years and years
filled to the brim
and now i'm spilled, entirely
maybe nobody
can be fully prepared
when the cracks in my heart
can no longer bear
all of its weight
the dam finally breaks
and i am the flood that drowns them
i am spilled, entirely
you see
victims of a flood
have the choice to leave
and i will be left here, still
caught in all the debris
spilled, entirely
Too you, I was always less
Even when I tried my hardest
I was breaking from carrying the weight
My knees and hands burning from crawling to you.
Why is it
That even now
When my heart is utterly shattered
My thoughts betray me
By picturing you.
But for some unknown reason I still find myself falling for you.
Digging my own grave with only the handle of a shovel
That's the level of commitment that I bring
But I should tell you one thing
That also means I have lost the battle
Probably because I could never gain control
Up such and such creek with no puddle
But that was years ago
I've been stuck in the flow
For what seems like a couple hundred years or so
Combating my own soul
Not declaring but taking it personal
And I think I just realized I'll have nothing to show
That's impossible
Win or lose I'll present as a broken man

No one's looking for a clock with a erratic tick and a broken tock
A polished **** advertised with a tiny sign as a shiny rock
Occasionally found screaming at nothing as frustration fills the body and muddies the mind
A full breakdown, stuck behind a roadblock, this time one of your own design
Trained by history to take every word heard with a pinch of salt
Cold and bitter by default, who's at fault? I always thought it'd be easier to answer as an adult
But here I stand, more knowledge in one hand, better comprehension in the other
And fewer answers than ever, watching compassion wash away with the tears from the eyes of a lover
As I try in desperation to prove to her that we're better together
Before she goes looking and sees it in another
And I'm left to wonder the vastness of forever without my chosen partner
That fear there leads to me putting hope in never
And yes, I know...that makes it a hopeless endeavor

snipes 7d
When I was knocking,
the door never opened.
The lights were shut off
The bell ranged,
but the home was emptied.
Not a soul
I broke in and found a note.
It read do not take the tour,
of the road of the lonely,
its only for the foolish forgotten
stories, I climbed
Found her by the bedside.
Her eyes were holding water.
She told me the ending was coming.
I arrived, to part ways with amity,
but I left vacated.
A soulmate’s journey
was never said to be
this lonely.
A soulless feeling.
Where is the peace?
Where is the freedom?
The happiness?
The love?
I heard the house
was demolished.
I heard the girl
was never forgotten.
Hawley Anne Feb 16
I gather up all the tiny shards,
pieces of my broken heart.
And I hold them oh so lovingly,
so they don't further fall apart.
I wrap them so very tightly,
in what I think is love.
And I whisper to them so no one hears,

"I promise that you're enough."
ThePoet Nov 2015
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken.

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken.

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken.

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open.
Bea Rae Feb 8
With false hopes and dreams

I stand here waiting for you

To fulfill your vows
Chineze Feb 2
I'm afraid of what I have become

Perhaps, you will make me remember I used to be capable of loving,

Perhaps I will make you regret loving me.

I don't know, can't make promises.

I'm still a mess.

Stick by me at your own risk.
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