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J Valle Nov 2015
I blame my mind
For believing my heart
And picturing a future
That was only a dream.

I blame my lips
For believing my heart
And surrender to yours
When you had another.

I blame my eyes
For believing my heart
And ignore the truth
That you weren't mine.

I blame myself
For loosing you
And letting you go
When I did nothing wrong.

I will keep blaming
Everything but
My stupid
Careless
Wrecked heart.
PaperclipPoems Aug 2015
It's what hollow feels like. The most empty object that ever existed. So cold you don't even want to acknowledge it.

Walking this earth and living by your side. When darkness falls it disappeares into the earth. Soaked into the dirt like the roots of the oldest tree. There it lays, there it lives. Watches the world pass by.

The saddest, empty thing that ever was. It terrorizes hearts and lives, causes chaos and weeps at the wreckage. Banished from town to town, leaving pieces scattered on the trail to another. Never finding a destination. Never understanding itself.

It wants to be understood. It wants to hold your hand. It's cold and alone in this big world.

Can you relate?
One Pusumane Aug 2015
Some things you cannot compete with . You just a have to miserably tear yourself down and hope that the next person likes the "perfection" that you have built for them . I guess there is fun in waiting for your own funeral because death has never looked so beautiful.
When pain is a burden you can no longer carry
misty Dec 2014
I walked through the evening bustle at the market and that was when I saw a woman. The only thing making her stand out from the rest is the glow of calling surrounding her. Skin caved in and I knew for all the lines on her body creates the story of the way her heart got broken at 14. The terrible things she did and 4am yells to god to forgive her. She begs for his mercy and help. God bless her now 76 years later lays a smile on her face though skin carrying the emotions she had and will have in her life.
Savannah Jane Dec 2014
i'm broken down
on the side of the road
and when people pass
they just drive faster
so they can pretend
not to see
so they cannot feel guilty
about passing someone
who desperately needs help
and i wonder why
they can get behind the wheel
when i can barely stand up.
Abdullah Ayyash Oct 2014
Rain drops and cold wind
Cold wind that never stopped
Cold body to warmth in need
Dark fell, when light is red

Love is lost, to hope has begged
To head my heart to home I loved
Home ahead? What is home?
It’s a word, to brain has fed

Home to live? I just know!
It's a life, I could’ve lived
Now it’s not how I remember
Now it’s dark, now it’s wrecked

It has doors can’t be open
It had charm now it’s missed
It had soul but it’s broken
This can’t be the home I loved

October 20th, 2010
Shruti Atri Aug 2014
You rushed in,
Charging through her barriers;
You wanted her, so you had her--

Then, you simply up and left,
*And she was wrecked...
"Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them." - John Green, TFIOS
Brian Gibson Jun 2014
"Lovers dismantle us;
     they pull
     the threads
     of our soul,
     taking apart
     our existence
     and exploring
     us whole.

Lovers wreck us;
     they know
     how to assemble
     us once more,
     but walk away
     and leave us
     in pieces
     on the floor.

'Love you'
     they swore."

— The End —