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Murph 35m
last month i summoned a ghost to haunt my own house

i could tell you why, but i don't think i know

i could i wanted something to point at and say
that's what hurt me, that's what did it

something you would blame at my wake
while you gather around and call me a fighter
gather round and call me brave

selfishly, i wanted to make a big deal
but in the end i felt too bad to make one
i didn't scream beg
tears in my eyes as i look at the camera
ask the audience for penance, ask for god

in the end, it got me quietly
i thought about waving my arms so you would see but
i waited too long to decide that
so you didn't see me through the window, pulled apart by some unseen force, some malevolent creature that got the best of me

so at my wake you will call me quiet
you will call it a surprise
you will still call me brave
i will not see, how would i know when

i left when i said i would when
i meant it when i told you i
wasn't coming back for what i left behind
H AE MZ Nov 7
To feel you, to have you, is what I have risked everything.

To love is so easy, to be loved, so hard.

But that mantle, so swiftly gone, now leaves me standing, alone, in a reverberating void, where your voice lingers.

Love's fleeting cloak, a transient shroud— once my shield, now an empty field, where the specters of your voice haunt the silence, and shadows stretch, reminders of what was.

When love departs, it leaves jagged marks, an aching void, where joy once stood.

Your warmth, a memory's ghost, haunts my nights, a presence I miss most.

The trust once held, now shattered and expelled, love's remnants sting on the skin, like the chill of an endless winter, where frostbite gnaws, and daylight never peaks.
Oh, the fleeting nature of love! In writing this poem, I aimed to capture the profound emptiness that follows its absence. The imagery and metaphors are meant to evoke the haunting presence of lost love and the lingering memories that persist in my mind. This piece encapsulates the essence of my emotional journey, from the initial risk of giving everything for love to the enduring pain of its absence. Through this poem, I hope to share the raw emotions and the lingering shadows that remain after a broken heart.
An iridescent glow
A whisper from the dead
Longing to be heard
Distant screams
Cold breath grazing my neck
The agonizing shrieks grow louder
Howling winds
Rustling leaves
Something is behind me
Something is following me
Lurking in the night
The noise is deafening
It's overwhelming
Overstimulating
"I can't do this"
And then suddenly
It is calm
Quiet
Peaceful
And all that I am left with
Is crippling paranoia
Emery Feine Sep 27
When you said we were over
I thought I'd remain as your friend
But you said nothing more
So I knew this had to end

You said it wasn't my fault we broke up
But the next day you removed me from a group chat
And I can't understand why you're gone
But I guess that is that

And I got so angry
I completely removed you from my life
I couldn't bear the pain anymore
So I cut you out of my heart with a knife

But I still felt bad because I'd loved you so
So I told you goodbye
And I had a dream you'd chase after me
But you didn't even reply

I hope I haunt your house, you see me everywhere
You hear me cry as you open the doors
And yes, you're the worst right now, but I still wish you happiness
Because I had once been yours.
this was my 38th poem, written on 10/28/23. this was when the breakup just hit me all at once oml
Asmita Ray Aug 27
Your cold body drifts away
      Far from the hapless shore
              Far from my wretched hope
I once held so close

Your blood still stained my hand
No matter, how fast I ran--
Your ghost haunted my dreams, my reality
And warped it into a spectral entity.
Jeremy Betts Jun 21
My past haunts tirelessly
There's a lot of it at 40
Also less time for recovery
I wish it was "get some therapy"
Type of easy
I wish they'd stop blaming me

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