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RK Apr 2020
Before you leave me,
could you tell me you love me
‘Coz I need it now
I’m inured to hidden love
Please assure my anxious heart
Isabella Howard Apr 2020
The streets have grown cold
I can't get lost in this city anymore.
The nighttime silence shakes me to the core
And memories are making me feel old.

I miss the solitude of lonely
I miss the dangers of new.
I came to this city with dreams of you.
I'm going wishing you never knew me.

I don't know if I'm right
To pack up and go
And leave you in your messes alone
But sometimes you have to give up on your dreams.

Just for the night.
Acina Joy Apr 2020
I've seen the same roads,
those that lead nowhere
or cut into an end here,
reaching the edge of a mountain,
or to the lip of the sea,
or fading off into dust
and growing darker into
grainy asphalt—
that somehow hurts.

The roads straighten and curve,
and stretch and narrow,
and bend and break,
and crack just as it is filled
in between the seems.
They intertwine,
and meet in the middle,
and lead off somewhere,
like the t-boning of a barelling car,
going 40 on a 25.

The saddest roads are always short,
yet seeming endless in a moment
of brief contact.
The same speed,
the same view, and the same
edge by the sea, passing like
two stray boats at night.
The loneliest roads are parallel;
equal in distance, that can never touch. Side by side in meeting,
and always apart when leaving.

The loneliest roads taper off,
and stare at emptiness.
Paralell roads never meet,
and will always stay the same.

The loneliest roads between us
are just a few feet apart—
always infinite miles away.
I feel lonely
The Foodie One Apr 2020
Leaving you
was
heart-breaking,
soul-breaking -
Everything-breaking.

But in the end,
I’m happy
I got to love you;

You got it, too:
to love somebody -
doesn’t fade from view.
© 25/03/20

Remembering old grief.
Ella James Apr 2020
It swivels around me like a tornado

The bitter taste of it

Anxiety.

The kick from it

Betrayal.



How sweet it is

Leaving the pack behind

Getting to call this my own

Fresh, spicy, speciously sweet

A rib cage out of cinnamon and cigarettes.
alexa Apr 2020
i miss you and you aren’t even gone yet.
it’s okay.
Michael R Burch Apr 2020
Departed
by Michael R. Burch

Already, I miss you,
though your parting kiss is still warm on my lips.

Now the floor is not strewn with your stockings and slips
and the dishes are all put away.

You left me today . . .
and each word left unspoken now whispers regrets.

Keywords/Tags: divorce, parting, separation, departure, kiss, goodbye, farewell, leaving, gone, absent, absence, loneliness, alienation, isolation, unspoken, words, whispers, regrets, sadness, sorrow, despair
Lama Apr 2020
twirling around a veil of sadness
questions asked and answers fathom
your soul, dead, on a mattress
tell me, is it worth it
to unravel the darkness?

light on the sea but no one could see
a mystery you are, my love
I’m solving you, I wept on my knees
maybe if I touch you
I can make your pain disappear
but no, you asked me to back away
I understand, dove
let your wings set you free
happy poetry month, friends! :)
kim Mar 2020
people don’t understand that it wasn’t always bad
if there was never any good, i wouldn’t have stayed
i see you in the stars of the night sky, i hear you in the chords of songs
when i talk about you, people are frustrated i didn’t leave earlier
but they don’t know you like i did
it’s easier to talk about the bad than the good
it’s hard to talk about how you cooked for me, how we could lie in each other’s arms in silence and not feel out of place
i felt at home with you, with your family
i miss you
i think some part of me always will
you were my first love
but you were bad for me
i was bad for you

maybe in another life we could have made each other whole
instead breaking the other apart
a poem to my ex from a bad relationship. it helps getting it out like this
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