#brokenhearted
When are you gonna understand?
I didn’t make him for you.
I made him to teach you a lesson,
So maybe one day
You’d finally learn from it.
What more do you want from him?
He already kicked you
When you were down.
Listen to me
Do you hear me?
All he’s gonna do
Is hurt you.
That’s what I designed him for.
I gave you so many signs
That he’s not for you,
But you keep building
A fantasy in your head.
I warned you
In every red flag,
But you painted them pink.
I told you
He’s not for the weak.
That man is strong.
So I warned you
You’re never gonna be right for him.
You’re in the wrong.
But if that’s the life you want,
Go ahead.
Keep learning your lesson.
One day
You’ll finally realize
He was never a blessing.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 11:55 PM UTC
I feel my heart slowly closing again. My hopes and dreams shrinking once more. After I let you in. Taken for granted, my always open door. I forgave so much even when you went too far. It's raw, re-opened, this broken heart's scar. You can't feel me. You don't hear me. This thumping in my chest, silent screaming. Still you don't see. Yet I am always dreaming. That you can be the one, my one and only. But every night I cry, you only leave me lonely. I spent so many years on people who never truly wanted me. They only wanted what they perceived or shaped me to be.
I want to smother all my feelings and pretend it's all okay.
Lean into your hugs and kisses and by that my own heart betray.
Can't stop thinking of the plastic women lingering in your eyes.
Find myself re-capping all your prior lies.
My body fills with doubt and relentless anxiety.
I find it hard to believe I am a top priority.
You present a bandaid and expect me to forgive-
Let it all blowover; but you can't seem to understand this is no way for my trust, my love, to live.
I feel it gasping for breath - for crumbs to feed.
You place them on a pedestal with words like "they're out of my league."
Where does that put me? In your heart? Your mind?
The faith I once held in your words feels so very hard to find.
Always second best... or 'good enough' for you.
I feel myself falling apart and I don't know what to do.
Wallowing in my sorrow every couple days, hoping you actually see me and someone's love for me finally stays.
Like wind through an old window I feel thoughts creep in.
Chilling me with images of a secret sin.
I wish I didn't have to beg for your eyes. Your heart, your hands.
To want only me. I wish I didn't have to wonder if you thought of someone else you wish I would be. As we lay together. Side by side. I hate feeling like there's always something you hide.
Maybe I'm not the one for you, maybe this isn't something true.
I hate to think this way but I'm living in this distorted view.
Traumatized heart and watery eyes.
After I lived a life with half felt ties.
From lovers and partners who tried to mold me to their design.
While they yearned for other women or led me along.
I was always theirs but they were never mine.
Tired of living a life in doubt and repeating the same old song.
Maybe I am too broken and I'm no longer beautiful to you.
I wonder on nights like these if we will never make it through.
It doesn't matter what I do - what I wear.
I can't seem to get your words, your stare.
Everyone always just wants to dip their toes on the shore.
When it gets too deep, they don't want to know me more.
After every break in my chest -
I try not to let the cage of my heart calcify.
Give myself all the love I can, time to rest.
I always find myself believing the next guy.
I want you to be the last chance,
The last time I have to open it up.
I want to believe you will return all the love I give to my cup.
I want this to be my last dance.
But when your gaze lingered on my flaws -
I heard the words before they left your lips.
The same judgments my own mind whispered in my ears.
The moment that lived in my fears.
Everything that confirmed, "You're never good enough to be loved with a full heart."
Always on repeat... that part.
Always on repeat.
Finding myself in bed with my own self-defeat.
Turn down the covers,
Turn off the lights - all these inner fights.
Shutting down.
As my smile turns to a cracked frown.
How many times can you break the same piece until it will finally shatter?
I need to know, to really see, that I truly matter.
I feel me slipping through your fingers.
You speak all these sweet words and promises to my glistening green eyes.
My heart aches and here it lingers.
Though my mind now doubts and labels them as lies.
Am I pretty in all my broken pieces?
Sharp - they cut so deep.
Am I truly who you wish to keep?
I'm always gluing myself back together.
Look, I'm glittering with lines of gold.
I think I might be too much, too delicate, for someone to ever hold.
Another chapter where I pretend I'm all better.
I just want this story to be the right one.
No more rough drafts or unfinished chapters. When will my ink dry? When can I feel done?
I'm running out of parchment for paper hearts
And new starts.
......
Oct 1, 2025
Oct 1, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
Fix my broken heart
Living life with a shattered heart
A band aid can't fix this injured heart
Time will fix this broken heart
As I move on and pick up the pieces and begin a fresh start
I slowly mend my broken heart
There will be a forever scar on my broken heart
But I tell myself that's okay because I will be moving on to better things
Better things that will fix my broken heart
I will be happy one day and not wonder why or cry myself to sleep at night
I will resume and press play with a brand new heart one day
My broken heart will be fixed at last
By: Madison Coleman
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 9:18 AM UTC
There was a moment when I knew
That every effort,
Every carefully constructed idea,
Every peice of myself that I'd given away
Was all in vain
Because at the end of the day
There was... no one.
Just me without you.
A shell of myself
And a stranger within that I hardly knew.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:54 PM UTC
I see their faces clearly in my mind
Our souls were twined
But they left one by one
So now I'm done
I hide so I don't get the same heartbreak I did
So now I rid
Every attachment, Every person I get too close to
I know its true
I became the quiet one in the corner
My heart is no longer what it was former
But Im okay with the pain
As long as no one takes the blame
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 4:35 PM UTC
I lie alone in my bed,
staring at the ceiling.
My mind wanders,
trapped in an endless loop.
My heart—
hurting.
Tears have dried up,
leaving only the burn behind.
My chest feels heavy,
as if a thousand knives
are buried deep within it.
My hands grip tightly,
a silent tug-of-war
where no one wins.
My eyes are full of sorrow and pain.
They are no longer bright,
no longer beautiful,
But still here …
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 9:35 PM UTC
This could be good for me.
Counting the hours before cabin fever.
Did you know walls make terrifying villains.
Break them, and you risk your own safety.
Leave them, and remain trapped to their tyranny.
Oh, woe, how do I know.
Having been without home for so many long years.
You would think me glad to have a roof over my head.
But this bed aches with lonesome melancholy.
And this door creaks with agonizing trepidation.
Will they come and go, or won't someone stay!
Can I walk you home?
I wouldn't mind if you never come back....
Will you walk me home?
I will mind if you don't stay....
Simply simulating each conversation in my mind.
Rehashing each step, like I could reshape history.
Pointless tracks for the train of thought.
I garner so much for the next time, bleeding out my memory.
Like a vampire seeking a thrill, I can't fathom stopping now.
With tears in my eyes, and grief dangling from my heartstrings.
Gloom clouding my veins.
Sympathy dreaded in my bones.
Kindness shuddered, and charity brings a flinch.
But when they threaten me with violence and even death, I have answers so resolute.
What sort of abominable peculiarity have I become!?
I hunch over, and lower my voice with shaking humility, when asking for what I need.
I cower shyly, when they greet with smiles.
I shiver and turn away when they praise my calloused hands.
Blush fills my cheeks bold red, when they ask me for help.
But when they strike me, I stand up straight and turn my cheek, offering it blatantly.
When they trespass me, I am eager to go.
When they silence me, I speak at twice the volume and triple the boldness.
When they ignore me, my dance only beacons greater flare~
I hate showing off, so I work harder alone.
Yet, I dont need to work hard at all, when I am not alone.
Many hands makes light work....
I don't know what to say.......
I don't know what to do.......
Nothing can change them.
If you hate me, that is your choice.
If you love me, that is your choice.
Still I have loved you all!~
By the might of agape, I have loved every soul.
And tonight, I grieve every soul.......
For only a few remain with me in spirit and truth, and even they are so far from me, I grieve with misery as I yearn to embrace them in a holy and tender hug.
Where has the time gone, oh brother of mine?!
Did you forget me, as you ate your dinner?
Did you remember me, as you left for another day living your life without me....
Where have you been, oh mother of mine?!
Did you forget me, as you awoke to another day slightly better in health?
Did you remember me, as you surrounded yourself with your arts and crafts....
Where did you go, sister of mine?!
Did you forget me, as you filled another pillow with your tears like a sponge?
Did you remember me, as you looked another man in the eyes....
Where is the end, father of mine?!
Did you forget me, as you burned in hell?
Did you remember me, as you answered for what you have done....
Where could we have done better, grandparents of mine?!
Did you forget me along the rivers of time?
Did you remember me amongst all the rest of your day to days....
I remembered you all, now and then, and even then again.......
Can you count each face that fades beyond the horizon of history?
Do you know the heart of those who came before?
Can you imagine the heart of those yet to be born?
It seems a challenge enough, just to stay alert of what occurs here and now.
Fortunately, I have had an abundance of spare efforts, giving rise to all this consideration and more...........
The silence in my mind is deafening.
The noise of my heart is sobering.
The embrace of my sight is piercing.
The toll of my life has accumulated more then Jesus asked.
Still, I am confident in His promise.
So, I have a hundred mothers, and a four hundred sisters, and 3 hundred brothers.
I have several hundred homes, and several thousand beds....
If I make my bed in the depths of sheol, He is there~
If I make my bed in the heights of the heavens, He is there~
There is no escape from Jesus Christ, thank God!
At least there is one whom I can't burn the bridge too....
For every bridge I burn of His, He makes a hundred more.......
Cause the fire doesn't harm the righteous.
It only cleanses them.
The fire eradicates evil, leaving behind what's left....
Innocents and Righteousness~
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 3:03 AM UTC
incandescent. cold.
at once your absence burns and
chills my sleepless bones.
Dec 11, 2025
Dec 11, 2025 at 1:58 AM UTC
There was a time when writing was impossible for me.
I’d pick up the pen, open the notebook, read what I’d written before,
search for the right page to pour out all my thoughts,
write the first word… and then stop.
There I’d stay, staring at the paper,
black ink running down my fingers,
a lagoon turning into a river
as the heavy minutes
of a meaningless life drifted before my eyes.
I tapped the canvas with the tip of my brush,
hoping to awaken something that had fallen asleep—
but nothing happened.
The first word I had written
no longer made any sense.
And in the imposing silence of an empty room,
my frail heart spoke.
It reminded me how sad I am,
how much harm I’ve caused,
the blood it’s spilled
with every blow it took, like a punching bag.
And then, it began to sing.
It sang of how much it longed to love
and how impossible that was.
It sang of its darkest desires
and how it never found anyone to speak of them.
It sang the mournful tune of an eternal loneliness.
And without warning,
it broke through the box of bones that protected it,
tore the tender skin of the chest that sheltered it,
snatched the pen from my hand,
and shredded every remaining page
of an untold story—
with the same force it used
to rip from me even the chance to remember.
Its fury devoured every word
that once existed and felt real,
scattering the ashes of what once was.
Because broken hearts write too—
even in ruins, their pain persists.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 12:51 AM UTC
Too many of my tears wore your name,
Too many nights spent tossing and turning;
It burns and sears me, your cursed flame -
Long gone yet still fueling my yearning.
.
I'm a fool, a wreck, irreparable mess,
Drowning in 'what if's and regret;
Immune to time - this pain in my chest,
Clinging like an unpaid debt.
.
And you probably don't think of me,
Of our nights, and talks, and smiles,
You must be living your life, free,
Separated from me by so many miles.
.
I tried to overwrite the story in my heart,
To replace you with someone new;
But they all lack some undefined part,
No one can match the memory of you.
.
I carry this curse of living death,
Trapped in the past that we once shared,
Following me with every breath,
A monster with its teeth bared.
.
And I have no one that could understand
The gaping hole you left in my soul,
A living monument of a love so grand,
It consumed me and burned me whole.
.
And you'll likely never even know
Just how much I suffered when you left,
And still do, whenever I sink low,
My eternal torment, leaving me bereft.
.
.
Sep 7, 2025
Sep 7, 2025 at 12:39 PM UTC
What are we now?
A half-buried sentence
A message delivered to
The wrong address
I reach for you and touch nothing
I hate the squatter in my skull
Your voice pacing my corridors
Your face nailed to the
Backs of my eyelids
You’re gone
But I still wear your fingerprints
Like burns
The safest place I ever knew
Has collapsed
The walls I leaned against
Are rubble in my throat
I gag on dust
I choke on your ghost
Everyone tells me to “move on,”
Like it’s just a switch I forgot to flick
But your absence is marrow-deep
It hums through bone
A phantom limb jerking at nothing
I want to amputate the thought of you
But the blade keeps turning back
Into my own skin
You are everything
And nothing
And I am stuck in the wreckage
Beating my fists against a locked door
Leading to nowhere
Aug 28, 2025
Aug 28, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
Why does the heart feel empty?
There's so much love to give,
But none to take.
It's empty yet so heavy.
How can it be so lifeless,
And still ache?
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
One too many deaths like this one.
No, it’s not the workings of my imagination tricking me. There’s the past and the rose-colored threads that I pull from a tapestry of ****** reds. I know it wasn’t that good to begin with.
What do I miss, I ask myself as I play with the delicacy of a past death between my fingers. The moments of bliss were so little, the pain so great.
Would I come back, I ask myself again as the last piece of art that would know these hands burns in its absence. No, I wouldn’t.
I close my eyes, I’ve never really understood my masochistic mind. I step on the edge of a longing for a heart that never existed; one that cared, one that stayed, one that held me when the world turned into a despicable place.
For a moment I feel her hands around my neck, a caress that made me experience Heaven and Hell. Our moments play, they become a noose around my neck; and I jump.
Here I go again.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
I see your name on street signs
and on coffee shop menus
in book dedications
price tags at grocery stores
and the credits of films
I see your name in subway ads
graffitied on bathroom walls
on receipts I don’t keep
the backs of cereal boxes
and mail left on counters
I see your name on headstones
in Wifi passwords taped to walls
library cards
wedding invitations
even divorce papers
I see your name scratched into desks
wet cement
faded concert tickets
on every form I fill out
and on every form I don’t
I see your name
in all the wrong places
just letters
cruelly arranged
in public
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC
You wished upon a star
and got left out in the rain.
You gave it all your heart
and it just got broke again.
It just got broke again
Oh… It just got broke again.
You dressed unto the nines,
now I guess he’ll never see.
You painted a whole world, clearly it
is not meant to be.
Not meant to be.
Oh… not meant to be.
He let you down again
now you’re sick of this pain,
from Baltimore to somewhere
should you get onto that train?
Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.
Mar 11, 2025
Mar 11, 2025 at 12:47 AM UTC
The last outpost of all there is,
muted colors of Rome burning;
my vast love no longer his,
looted, suffocated yearning.
.
It came sudden like lightning,
shook like spring thunder;
the flame of anger biting,
ripping me asunder.
.
I'm free, but displaced,
carried by a hurricane;
my tears - a waste,
buried with the pain.
.
And now, just emptiness,
stretching over scorched planes,
all-too-quiet heaviness,
poison in my veins.
.
I stand by its headstone,
this monumental thing,
mangled to the bone,
now dead and rotting.
.
Though finally I know:
there's no going back,
my feet fail to go -
paralysis attack.
.
Dismantled, worn down,
seared to the core,
managed not to drown,
but passed out on the shore.
.
And so, I wait, still silent,
for time to end this last moment.
.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 8:31 AM UTC
If only I could hate you, just a bit -
the lonely nights would hurt less;
It's always late when memories hit,
no trace of light in the darkness.
.
There won't be another love like this,
rare as diamonds in the ground;
I wish to join the abyss,
hide where I'll never be found.
.
Our broken edges used to fit
together like a hand and glove,
and I doubt I'll ever find it,
another gift from above.
.
No one else before or after,
has come close to what you were;
Silver bells of your laughter,
Pierce my heart still, like a burr.
.
You're gone, you've moved on,
living life as if we never were;
I'm on my own, a wounded fawn,
days merging in a blur.
.
I want to hate you, I swear,
you haunt me against my will,
yet foolishly, I still care;
a dark void nothing can fill.
.
I fall and fall, ever deeper,
crawl to try and escape,
you are my own Reaper,
eternal shadow in your shape.
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 2:02 PM UTC
You've said it before,
you don't like what you see
in the reflection of my eyes.
Maybe if I'd gauged them out,
you wouldn't be afraid to look inside.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC
When I looked into your eyes,
I didn't see myself,
I saw flowers.
And then you looked into mine
and saw only flaws.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
I envy the rain,
for it can touch your pretty face,
trace your lips,
and rest upon your skin
ever so gently,
while I was never allowed
to touch you
as intimately as it does.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 6:51 AM UTC
You never cared,
never tried,
you left me drowning
every time I cried.
Maybe, my tears
were all you could get,
the only way for you
to make me wet.
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 6:41 AM UTC
I wanted you to take me out on a date,
but you said you're too busy,
romanticizing your sadness.
I guess you need that sorrow
to write your music,
just like I needed my heart broken
by you
to write my poetry.
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
You say you've moved on,
but she has my face,
my hair,
and my snorty laughter.
When I first saw her,
just for a moment,
I thought that she was my long lost twin
and that you found her
just to bring her back to me.
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 2:35 PM UTC
I was only fourteen,
and you were the first boy
to ever compliment me.
Then I blinked,
and suddenly, I was twenty-four,
and you were the last man
to break my heart.
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 2:05 PM UTC
I should have
punched you
the first time I saw you.
A broken hand
would have been better
than a broken heart.
Feb 5, 2025
Feb 5, 2025 at 1:53 PM UTC