Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Joshua Notah May 2020
Heartbreak hurts more than just the heart
It's a terrible thing to see love fall apart
Tragedy that unfortunately followed me
Now all I have left is a memory

My issues alone did not capsize this ship
Sinking from the beginning, doomed was the trip
Overwhelming ideas of how to live
Shiver from the thoughts " I can't deliver"

Ensuing selections of expensive directions
Lead to the apprehension of my vice, shots poured over ice
I wasn't always nice, never followed my own advice
To her I had failed, to me I had paid the price

Love left the soul as I began to dig the hole
Rock bottom just meant no more progression of the regression
Arise, I set my eyes upon the light, not so bright
Steady climb, I leave behind the doubt that's been in my mind

Time and love for I created the will to try
To start anew begins with you
I'm not a coward, I'm moving forward
Toward a future the will include the inimitable her
anonturtles Apr 2020
If we were a movie,
I’m sure no one would watch
since you got the girl,
despite breaking her heart.
One, the times you cheated,
two, the times you’ve lied
about where you are or who you’re with.
I can’t count the times I’ve cried.
Yet I wake up every morning
wrapped in your warm embrace,
a spell so toxic I forget
those days you lied right to my face.
Am I weak or just forgiving?
Have you changed or your disguise?
Either way I’ve little choice
since I’m addicted to this lie.
Yes, there’s no denying I should hate you
after all you’ve put me through.
The facts are undeniable
yet still I’m sure I love you.
NURUL AMALIA Apr 2020
Loving is not that easy
We ended these badly
Someone with beautiful brain
He always listens
Even without communications
Hope I see you sooner
Cause you want to see me better
i am wondering what would happen further
i hope the door is still open
but don't know when i will enter
Pamela Apr 2020
I'm not perfect, no one is.
I'm broken, like a thousand others.
It's no handicap, yet it's hard to live with.
It's no luxury, yet it's impossible to live without.
'It' meaning 'you'.
Thoughts of you.
Fantasies of you.
All of you.
I have loads of questions to ask of you, tugging at my brain.
Yet I prefer just one.
Out of curiosity.
This.
Who broke your heart so that you chose never to love again?
Who broke your heart so that you choose to give others pain?
Quick fact: 'Sorrow doesn't go away if you share it, it multiplies a millionfold.'
Why don't you,
for once,
try giving away those
'still alive and breathing,
still expectant and waiting' pieces?
And get some of mine in return?
Let's see how our souls interwine.
You in?
This poem is a question that all one sided lovers have. This poem starts off with the proclamation of love, followed by the question and ends with a proposal of love.
Elle Vee Apr 2020
The wall was up high
No one dared to cross
But we both tried
I got stucked in the middle
Saw only darkness
You fiddled
A wail from me
a scuffle from you
I already knew
One thought to understand
One ought I'd understood
I slowly sank
I quickly grabbed
A rabbit above
Lilies, my favorite, at the top
Scratches
Bruises
A brokenheart
One hand held me up
Struggled for breathe
Forced me to go forward
Now I look at the sunrise
Alongside him onwards.
Matthew Sabella Apr 2020
Maybe there is still a hope that is deep inside.
Maybe there is a place where love is found.
Maybe there is still a pull towards a life worth mentioning here.
Maybe there is an island where I can go and come back to life.

Is everything okay?
Is there a rope that keeps me connected to you?
Has it been severed and have I been let go?
Has this cloth fully been sliced, or is there a thread still hanging on?

Maybe there is a hope that I can find in the night.
Where the darkness enters the light and doesn't get extinguished.
Maybe there is a longing to keep holding on.
Maybe I am not fully understood by the monsters in the dark.

Is everything okay?
Is there a moment that keeps me connected to you?
Has the ocean washed it back into the salt?
What was once a comfort and joy is counted as lost.

And what of it?
What does it matter that I have been fired from my duties?
Told to eff off and that everything was my fault.
When it takes two to tango, has the hope been drowned under my dried soul.

And what of it?
What does it matter that my lungs are contracting faster and faster?
Told that everything will get better and trying to believe it.
When it takes one to tango because the other no longer wants you to lead.

Has hope been severed?
Has love increased inside this shriveled man?
And what of it?
Does it matter?
Do I matter?

Maybe there is a way out.
Maybe the end will justify the present exclusion of joy.
Maybe just maybe the hurt will wash off into the sea.
Where the salt will purify it and one day I will be home.

Will I find a place where I belong?
Will anything make sense in this city of lost dreams and jokes?
Will I understand why I have been placed in this concrete prison?
Only time will tell.

Maybe there is still a hope that is deep inside.
Maybe there is a place where love is found.
Maybe there is a wave in the ocean that will bring me back home.
Maybe there is an island where I can go and come back to life.

Until I find it... I'll be here.
Until I find it... I'll learn to carry on.
Until then...
Until what?
Maybe I give up...
I'm...
Tired...
I wrote this a short while after my fiance left me.
Melissa Mar 2020
How do you heal something that doesn't want to heal?
How do you fix someone who doesn't want to be fixed?
How do you help someone that doesn't want to be helped?
How do you stop someone that doesn't want to be stopped?
How do you cry & beg & scream for it to end when you wake up in the morning & it happens all over again?
Tyler Mar 2020
Us
Does it even matter if I find someone else?
It’s never going to be him
Him and I are never going to be us
So how could I ever trust
That another ‘him’
Is going to fit me well enough
To create
An ‘us’
If even you and I
Couldn’t make the cut
Oliver Mar 2020
from tragedy
comes poetry
so thanks
i guess
for hurting me
timothy johnson Feb 2020
smoking in my room
so i know what to do
write the next line
about how i wanna die
i think that message got through
so i keep acting a fool
tell me, do you think i'm cool
i know i act like a tool
but you act so cruel
you turned my heart into goo
i want so many tattoos
so when you see me
you know that i'm bad news
im a drug
so run away
before i catch you
cause i'm addicting
you won't wanna leave me
but soon your gonna hate me
i'm a druggie
with no money
hiding from my mother
cause im a shame like no other
Next page