#heartbreakpoem
You dealt my heart like it was cards,
Shuffled trust with easy words.
One day warm, the next one cold,
A story half-truth, half-told.
I read the lines you wrote for me,
Thought they meant “you choose to see.”
But every verse had strings beneath,
A puppet show beneath your teeth.
Now I’m left with quiet rooms,
And echoes of a borrowed tune.
Not sure if I was loved or used,
Just sure I feel confused.
So I’ll take back what’s still mine—
The beat, the breath, the steady line.
You can keep the game you play,
I’m learning how to walk away.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 10:06 AM 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
I Could Have Been
I could have been—
I could have been your girl.
And not just any girl—
your girl.
The one you come home to,
the one you hold tight.
You wouldn’t have to fight
battles that weren’t yours to beat,
or carry secrets
you were never meant to keep.
I could have been happy—
happy with you.
If only
you could have
loved me
too.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 8:06 PM UTC
There’s a parachute stitched into my eyes— soft silk holding
nothing, as I watch myself freefalling into an empty space
The ringing words of love still call, like fading prayers –
as the voices of lovers trying to reconnect.
But I never was good at playing my heart. But aren’t you
expecting me to stay in character? To wear the lines you
wrote for me, in the means of keeping up this fantasy of love.
My smiles are scripted; as everyone else is helping to create
such a picture frame. The world helps paint our picture from
all the wildest of conversations; but the more they run out of
your mouth, the more they seem to taste so tame.
These tired eyes have searched in your eyes for a reflection
I can truly bend– so is the baggage claim of my baggy eyes;
visioning our broken pieces coming together to hopefully
mend.
I was your background character, your silent NPC in a game
you never knew I played, the first time. But when I stopped
watching, when I stopped turning toward you with secret
obsession – you started to feel the crush of my own crush.
Now you chase the echo of something that once held you
true—that hidden crush, that tender view, searching. But love,
my dear, truly YOU, should see how love is so **** blind.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 4:34 PM UTC
Sometimes I want to hate you—
for breaking our family.
No, we didn’t have children,
but we had Skye.
And in my heart,
we were our own little world.
Sometimes I want to hate you—
for the heartbreak that lingers,
for tossing me aside
like I was nothing,
like we were nothing.
But I can’t.
No matter how hard I try—
to hate you,
to dull the ache—
I can’t.
Because I love you.
And I know your reasons
weren’t about us.
You thought you had to push me away
to do what you believed was right.
But I hate that you couldn’t lean on me,
that you carried it all alone.
You took on burdens
that weren’t yours to bear,
and still—
I admire you for it.
I hate that you put us on hold.
I hate how you’re slowly erasing me.
The days are bearable,
but the nights?
The nights are endless.
I wake up expecting to find you,
to see a message saying you miss me.
But I don’t.
And I hate that
it’s always me reaching out first.
I hate that you chose for us,
without trying to find another way.
I hate that I still feel you
in the empty spaces.
I hate that I pray—
every single day—
for you to come back,
to say you were wrong.
I hate this fragile hope that won’t die,
the belief that somehow
we’ll be better—
that love will make us stronger.
But most of all,
I hate that I’m alone in this hope.
I hate the masks I wear,
the smiles that lie to the world.
I hate how much I miss you.
I hate that I don’t know
how to be near you
without wanting to hug you,
kiss you,
hold your hand.
I hate that I fear so much—
the thought of you
being gone for good.
And I hate
that no matter how much I wish I didn’t—
I still love you.
Apr 28, 2025
Apr 28, 2025 at 11:14 PM UTC
I’m tunnel visioned to see only you
Looking at somebody else and
Though I try to, I can’t see any other living thing in my sights.
My mind is travelling down one path, and that is towards your rejection and
Though I try to, my legs won’t turn my body in any other direction.
I cannot see or feel things for anybody else but you,
And perhaps that’s some form of curse for me but a Gods gift for you because at least I only have eyes for you.
While I sit afar and see you with another
Knowing we were never made for each other,
My heart shatters and the pieces scatter,
There’s too many to gather
and hold against the crease of my arm, remaining steady and calm, I leave them be to rest on the floor,
My mind broken. My heart sore.
Like I did the last time someone broke my fragile spine,
Declaring what was mine, was never mine,
And I couldn’t bare to walk out into the sunlight for months,
Only living off the warmth from beams of curtained suns.
My mind is broken. My heart is broken, too sore; my worth has become penniless and poor.
I am forced by my own hand to wait for
Your eyes to scan the room and see only me,
While mine see only yours,
When you think to yourself that I’m worth enough,
For someone like you to finally love.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
It wasn't real.
The love you traced upon my lips...
Was filled with venomous lies.
- Rayvn St. Claire
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
He pledged to woefully accept
The broken lullabies
That cradled his stone heart and
Locked itself deep within his soul.
The vow he heat pressed straight into his mind
Had left a scar wounding the very depths of his madness.
He swore to the heavens to ignore
Such sensitivities for the sake of another light.
Yet, his senses scream for some sort of release.
Caresses.
Essences.
Savoring.
Listening.
Visualizations.
The desperation grew immensely like that of a saint
Who hath willing succumbed to ideals of sinning
And nightly creatures pieced his demons back together.
As they added weight to his already blood stained wasteland
I begin to wonder...
Who is he now?
I am merely the vessel of what use to be.
Unless, of course that man...
Is the one I see in the mirror.
Nothing but a silent reminiscence of what was...
Human.
- Rayvn St. Claire
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
"Babe,do you know how much i love you?" He asked.
"Not as much as i do" she smiled.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
Did you ever feel guilty at night for hurting me?
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
I heard my pillow say something
"Did he do that again?
I nodded
"And you forgive him that easy?"
"It's easier to forgive than to let him go" i said.
"Well, i know he's a toxic but sometime we crave drugs in case we want to be high. And I feel like i'm flying when im with him."
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
By Nabs
The day you went away
you rob all the colors
in my world
along with the stars
in my eyes
leaving cracks
all over my surfaces
making me numb to
the fact that
life still goes one
because
my heart had stop
beating
and you taught me
that means
I'm already dead
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
Is he really
the same guy,
i fell in love with
that one December?
Is he the same guy
who made me laugh,
made me happy,
every single day?
The same guy
who stayed up
with me for hours,
watching movies,
listening to music,
and who played
me, the most
beautiful music
on his guitar.
Is he the same guy?
Because i don't see it.
He once called me
beautiful,
now he doesn't
call me
at all.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
I'm starting
to forget
your sweet voice.
The way
you laughed
and the way
you made
me feel.
Like I
was special
and the most
beautiful flaw
in the world.
I'm starting
to forget
the moments
we shared
and the love
that i felt.
I don't
remember you
as clearly
as i used to.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
I find myself
thinking about him,
every second
of every day.
I smile,
at the memory
of him.
I enjoy
Every moment,
I spend with him.
I can feel myself
slipping on
the edge,
falling in love
with him
And then i realize,
he doesn't
feel the same,
he never will.
I'm falling,
And i know
he won't be there
to catch me.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:20 AM UTC
Your wicked love seems to be the only thing that revives me everytime.
I run away countless times just to wake up in your arms
& your kisses are the poison that continues to run through my bloodstream and
One day, I'll wake up to you and you'll be mine forever
& when sun rises on that morning,
I'll cry a sea of tears that have been trapped inside of me all of these years
And we will make love like fire and there won't be any amount of rain to put us out
We'll travel to Asia and to outer space and we will stay up all night and listen to the ocean..
And frankly, I wouldn't have it any other way because, baby, you're my drunk call at 4am, you're my 143..
You're mine.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC