#breakuppoetry
Here's to the breakups sounding like
squeaky brake pads — loud enough
to warn you; too late to stop the damage.
From sharing white tees and hang-ups,
to both being stained by
leftover kisses.
My eyes like peeling wallpaper,
drywall soaked in tears —
Either cried too much
or held back for too long.
So I deleted you from my lockscreen
and lost contact with myself.
"New number, who’s this?"
You used to be the first contact
on top of my frequent list.
Now when you first contact,
it feels alien; first contact like UFO's.
Unidentified feelings.
I thought about ripping
the brake pads off, and driving
straight into a wall — higher than the ones
you drove me up against.
But you gave me the drive
to become better.
So thank you for the breakup.
It broke me, just enough
to rebuild with purpose.
Gold in the cracks.
Worth in the wounds.
This is my Kintsugi.
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
We never said goodbye
We just became strangers with memories
I watched you turn soft confessions into exit wounds
We made promises just to break them quietly
You loved me like a secret you were ashamed of
I loved you like a future that never arrived
You held back when I needed you the most
I gave everything to someone already gone
Some nights I hear you in every song
Some mornings I wish you’d haunt me less
This is how I bury you
One song at a time
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 12:01 PM UTC
I saw her the other day
Tried to avoid her
Hoping she would not see me
My friend called me over
I could have walked right past her
To get to his desk
But i took the long way around
He asked about my birthday
Even though he was there
He asked about my grandparents
Even though he already knew
I kept my voice low
Not wanting her to hear
Still, my eyes found her
Just for a moment
And it shattered me all over again
I cannot process
How she is so unfazed
How she has erased our history
How she has simply let go.....
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC
The tragedy?
She lost what she wanted
And she’ll feel that loss
For a long, long time.
Our love is a wound
That will scar, not fade.
We mattered.
We still do.
She just couldn’t find her way home...
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 10:13 PM UTC
She could've stayed, and I would've loved her for a lifetime.
She could've let herself be loved, and I would've shown her what that means.
She could've let herself wake beside me on Sundays, and I would've kept making her pancakes.
She could've let herself believe she was enough, and I would've reminded her, every day, that she was.
She could've let herself be my Jessica Rabbit, and I would've made her laugh like Roger every day.
She could’ve let herself slow dance with me in the bedroom, and I would’ve held her through every quiet night.
She could've stayed, and I would’ve kept planning picnic dates.
She could've stayed, and I would've written her poems until my hands gave out.
She could've stayed, and I would've loved her, even when she couldn't love herself.
She could've stayed, and I would've made every birthday feel like magic.
She could've stayed, but she didn't. Now all my "would've's are just echoes in the hallway she left me in
She could've stayed....
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC
April 23, 2024
I sit in the dark with her breath warm on my lap
Watching the way sleep softens her face
I have never seen beauty like this
I have fallen for her so hard
Words scatter in my mouth
She is breathtaking
I write letters in the hush
Pages for her to find when she wakes
My thoughts curling around her like a blanket
I wonder to myself; “How did I finally find my forever?”
Just after midnight she wakes and texts me
“Babe, you moved me to tears, your letter. I felt you in every word. I haven’t been this happy in forever.”
July 12, 2025
How did we become strangers?
Inside the story we wrote together
Why weren’t my words, my hands, my hope Enough to keep her close?
I love her so deeply, she will never know
She’s gone now, moved on from us
But I am still here
Lying awake revisiting April nights
When she was the answhere to every silent question I ever asked the dark
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 4:48 PM UTC
"Words cannot express how much today meant to me.
I can tell just how much effort you’ve put into these special days to really make me happy and feel loved, and I do.
I feel so loved I guess that’s part of why I got so emotional because I have so much more to lose now and that’s scary.
I love you so very much.
You are my man.
My everything
and I adore you."
Her words: proof that I mattered. At least on that December night.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 3:38 AM UTC
I didn’t just love her
I chose her
In the quiet
In moments
no one else saw
I gave her steady hands
and a heart that never flinched
I loved her when it was easy
I loved her more when it wasn’t
I memorised her fears
softened my voice to hold them
I learned her silence
waited in the dark
without needing light
My love didn’t ask to be returned
It asked to be real
So I gave it
even when I was tired
even when it cracked me open
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 11:50 PM UTC
Four months have come and gone
The axis of the earth has shifted twice since you left
Autumn ended
Winter dragged its bones across my door
And now, today, it is the first day of spring
It is 21 September 2025
I thought I would be healed by now
But I am still speaking your name in silence
The tears come and go
And my love remains
I miss you so
And you will never know
In the dead of night I scream your name
I am the only one of us still carrying this pain
Every day
I fight the urge to call you
To text you
To tell you that I still care
To tell you that I love you
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 5:07 AM UTC
i don’t know
why i allow
you to step
into my life.
i’ve fought
so long
for peace—
you walk right in
like you’ve got
the right.
you got me
feeling stuck
in place.
i waived the flag,
called a truce—
but instead of
stillness,
you chose
the chase.
what do you want,
anyway?
i spent so long
trying to figure it out—
but it’s still
the same lines
on a different day.
i don’t know
why i let you
circle back
again,
when all you do
is skirt the truth
and keep me
in your game.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 12:22 AM UTC
A clear Sunday in early May, hitching on the back of your old bike, the sun blinking sluggishly through verdant, street-side trees.
You locked up against some railings, pushed the door with a jangling bell. Our fingers found each other across the aisles.
The shop smelt of must and lost decades. Dusty sheets threw spectres over looted treasures from long-gone homes.
And the gems we found: two candlesticks winking from the corner at the couple – the final touch to make this thing whole.
Ten months of us. Too soon to be playing house, playing adults. Bold and brassy, those brave turrets gleamed on our mantle with:
my wooden elephants,
and your expensive speakers,
and our broken radio,
and my loathed incense,
and your tacky books,
and our pointless arguments,
and my guilty frustration,
and your resentful adoration,
and our ******* mess.
Eight months too long, staring at the bold brass and hating them, making them home in boxes labelled Yours and Mine and What a Waste.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
I miss my freedom within your absence,
when I stretched between the memories.
Now I'm stuck between the moments,
my eyes tired from believing
your arms were safe for me to sleep in.
Jan 12, 2020
Jan 12, 2020 at 2:29 PM UTC
Each time I clean the bathroom
A little bit more
Of his DNA
Is scrubbed away
How many dead skin cells
And strands of hair
Sprinkled from my bedroom to the front door
A veil of history
You and me
Decay in matrimony
There is a guitar case sleeping
Under my bed
Hidden from view
It is a dream catcher
It gives me you
And waking up
Is a nightmare
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:35 AM UTC
When I reflect back on past times with you
I don't get choked up on hurt like I used to.
Rather, I smile similes of what joy might feel like
And turn laughter into metaphors, I don't really know what for, but I imagine that you are happy.
When I reflect back on past times with you
I try to remember what it meant to me,
The feeling of comfort in a crowded room where everyone is screaming at me,
I wonder how long I ignored them at the expense of selling my weaknesses for your soul that doesn't reflect anything back anymore.
I cannot recollect all the memories because I burnt most of them the same way you set our love on fire, see I squeezed myself onto the flame like gasoline in an open field, I used my bones as match sticks, and lit them all simultaneously, I turned myself to ash, a cremation of good will and broken girls who fell in love with broken guys, see I burned for all of us.
When I reflect back on past times with you,
The remains of my heart emulate something close to beating, close to life, but our past times were just moments that passed us by a little too soon, who was I to know that you had no intent of staying, I wouldn't have built this home, a little too big for only me to occupy.
When I reflect back on past times with you,
I find my self in a state of constant whiplash, I am jetlagged from the high you gave me, I am not me without you.
So when I reflect back on past times without you,
I try not to cry because most of my life I spent with you, opening up, in more ways than one but you treated me like a Jack in the box, I was a joke to you.
I try to remember what my name sounds like when it's not you calling it, it doesn't feel the same because you gave meaning to the language that only you and I spoke. Now I am deaf to anything that isn't you.
When I reflect back on past times without you,
You are still there. You always were, even before.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC