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madison curran Aug 2021
when I say last year I hit an all time low,
I mean that I spent two hundred and eighty nine days without sunlight,
I’ve never known a rose to grow immersed in eternal night -
auctioned off my heart for the gift of sight,
I wonder how long I’ve lived my life blinded by the rose tinted glass?
false love will have you struggling to distinguish between gold and brass.
I draw out the sequence.
your palms met her flesh,
my reflection in the mirror is reduced to ash.
I feel my heart hit the floor,
blood stains in the carpet - proof that love does not live here anymore
next time just wrap them around my neck,
I get the same hand of cards
out of every single deck.
from love,
suffocating, choking,
that is the only sensation I have come to expect,
you know that better than me,
extinguished every fire set to your trees,
don’t you remember?
she left everything around you to burn,
choked on all the smoke,
still you fixated on all the ember,
if this body was ever not hollow,
I wouldn’t remember.
two hundred and eighty nine days,
I spent treading in the shallow,
moulded my existence out of clay just to fill another persons shadow.
don’t cheat, walk away. </3
Kai Mar 2021
The cries, the screams
Ripping out the hearts
Of innocent souls
Tearing them to pieces
The chilling smile,
The evil laugh
The periodic lies  
Repetion
Repetion
Killing anything in his path
Making any joyful thing die
Painting roses with the blood of his victims
Drawing them in with a sinister act
Acting as if you care
But destroying them
Repetition
Repetition
No sense of feeling
No appeal for emotions
Throwing around the
"I love you"s
Eroding Trust
Creeping into minds
and Hurting Everyone
Regardless
Of who they are
And if the victim escapes....
Well....
They'd wish they were dead.
The actions of
my serial killer .
~
Traveler Oct 2020
Please don’t block me
For what I’m about to write
You need to know the truth
About me and your poetic wife...

Oh! it was just an innocent poem
Well, maybe more then a few
Nothing personal
Nor ****** in nature
Nor poetically lewd
It's just...
Her aesthetic covering
I can see right through!

Her words
So soft, sweet and sensual
I crave her lasting continuity
Into my being into my soul
She flows so fluently!

Forgive me Sir
For my part in hellopoetry’s role
If she were mine I would take it real slow!


Sincerely Traveler Tim
Sarita Aditya Verma Inspired this writing!
Dedicated to all you  married Poetess.
Starry Aug 2019
Jay
Dear J**
You cheating waste of
Human DNA
And other cheaters
You do more damage then good
Like criminals
Karma is out to get you
Doenning Jun 2019
Heartbroken, cut open,
Your knives stuck in my back.
Misspoken, I'm chokin',
Trying to get my life on track.

Dark places, many faces,
Where I've been and what I no longer see.
Make haste, and go away,
This depression I'm in is killing me.

You model, men ogle,
You're no longer what I fell in love with.
I toggle, and down a bottle.
This alcohol is a poison's kiss.

My heart turns to stone when our eyes meet.
I'm frozen here in place.
Deep red blood now turns to ice,
Flowing through these veins.

Your memory, I'm not forgetting,
I dream of you when I don't try.
I can't erase you, you're haunting,
Me, and I can't live my life.

I resist, yet you persist,
To linger in my state of mind.
I'm not happy, you've stabbed me
In the back two years ago in time.

You cheated, I felt defeated,
My world collapsed around me.
Our photos, deleted
But my mind still won't leave me be.

My heart turns to stone when our eyes meet.
I'm frozen here in place.
Deep red blood now turns to ice,
Flowing through these veins.

Your beauty, shoots through me,
But you're a cancer inside.
You're looming, you've doomed me.
See the pain in these eyes.

I've tried, and I've cried,
Too many tears in the time you've been gone.
It's humiliating, and complicating,
Everything still feels so wrong.

I've fought, and I've sought,
My demons, and anyone for help.
I'm rearranged, and I'm changed,
Not for the better because you've made my life Hell.

My heart turns to stone when our eyes meet.
I'm frozen here in place.
Deep red blood now turns to ice,
Flowing through these veins.

Medusa...
This is a "poetic" version of how I feel after being cheated on in a 4 year relationship.

I haven't seen her in person since the break-up, and I hope that time never comes.
alexa Apr 2019
when you were crying over him cheating on you with lily, you should’ve called me.

when he would slap you silly, you should’ve called me.

when you thought about taking your life because of him, you should’ve called me.

you shouldn’t have let him win. you should’ve called me.

but i wasn’t there...
this is a story about my friend being in an abusive relationship but she never told me until later. she should’ve called me.
Olivia Lost Mar 2019
I do not want to group every person of your gender in the same bucket but MAN you make me feel the need to.
How can I not when every MAN that promised me loyalty ends up delivering mind games and heart break.
Why do MEN tell me things that make my thighs tingle well you have your head between hers.
When will I stop letting MEN play me like an old video game just for the possibility they will be the "one".
Again and again I fall for men that are falling for too many other women.
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