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Mitch Prax Oct 2020
I wish there was
another ending to
our story because
this isn’t one I ever wanted to read.
We are both to blame for  
this final chapter and
I am sorry it had
to end this way.
Mitch Prax Oct 2020
Dear diary;
and dear heart;
you broke your promise
when you beat for her
again.
basil Sep 2020
i'm no poet, no artist
maybe that's why i can see
we're a lot more beautiful
when you're just you, and i'm just me
i like who you are much more than who i made you out to be. but you'll always be my blue eyes <3
Seychung Namgyal Mar 2015
Few are balanced
and remain tethered
some eventually fall.
The past memory
Etched w/name and a date
No longer a reality
Speaks the profound escape.
Past is a memory
luz maria Sep 2020
at first, one feels relieved.
after an hour or so, the memories flood the brain,
the tears start to kick in.
suddenly parting ways was a bad idea, now all one wants to do is run back into the other persons arms and stay.
remembering more of the good than the bad is damaging.
crying for a day,
crying the next day,
crying for 5 more.

at some point the tears are replaced with the feeling of numbness.
getting up from bed and staring at the floor turns into a daily routine.
searching up the username to take quick peek to see if they're doing just fine or as miserable becomes more frequent.
eventually the photos are deleted, the number is erased, blocked, but still engraved in the mind.

sooner or later the gloomy moments are replaced with vivid, unclouded days. thinking about them doesn't cross the mind as often, no longer causes that agonizing heartache. checking up frequently stops all together. at last the soul is at peace, the heart is stitched back together, and the smile that hardly appear is back and brighter than before.
Ella Sep 2020
I forgot how much you can hurt me
how much I don’t deserve me b/c
I open the door to disease
I let you break my heart and I even say PLEASE
“”
I LOVE you and I lose you, and YET, I wanna play again.
the never ending game
That ends with me crying on the ground
and you playing pretend
“”
I’m your doll when you’re bored
And you’re my cliff when I fall
I wait for you to catch me
but you’re on a phone call
“”
and if I slip off the edge
you won’t catch me
you’re nowhere near
I AM YELLING;
you refuse to hear.
“”
I forgot the worst part:
even now,
If you were falling,
I’d give you my heart.
I’d catch you, even if it meant losing me too....
Hannah Rose Sep 2020
I think we both knew
That it was going to end
Before it began

White lights flashing
Hold on through the night
Another reason to survive

Keep her company
Lie beside her
Whisper sweet nothings

My first gulp of fresh air
Is met with a smile
Eager to find peace

I found comfort
In the feeling of being wanted
Enough to choose to live

And so you keep me company
Lie beside me...
Whisper sweet nothings

Truth spurns
Hardest when your heart is wounded  
One less reason to live

& I still find comfort
In the feeling of being wanted
Just not from you
A poem for you. Won’t say I wasn’t the best you ever had.
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