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#stuckinlove
do you hold a heart that drips? drips of love and furry or wits? does it just hold so much emotion, that no one will ever know your notion? does your heart drip for that one person? the one who could only make it worsen? or has that person taken that heart? but no, they wouldn't tear it apart. the person who will cup their hands so that it'll hold your hearts' loving glands. however, for most of you, your hearts haven't started to brew. not quite full enough to drip, but for sure it's filling bit by bit.
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 10:47 AM UTC
struck in the heart
It was simple with you And I miss it that way Waking up to your smile made my everyday Being your friend was never going to be enough It’s true what they say, you cannot help who you love Maybe I should... It was difficult to love you But I miss it all the same I got to witness your demons And I felt your pain But you hide behind a mask Maybe you shouldn’t... Together, it was a disaster Together, we were a mess I say I love you You know when I say it, that it’s true But when you say it back All I hear is, “ Goodbye to You.” Maybe you should... With nothing to say, you turned around and left I felt my heart shake, then it shattered I’m tattered and torn, left broken on the floor But my love just wasn’t enough for you I have words to say, the ones that could make you stay Maybe I shouldn’t... But in the end, My Heart, My Soul, My Love, My Words, We’re. Never. Enough. To. Make. You. Stay. Maybe they should have been...
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
Maybe...
“i remember that it hurt, looking at her hurt.”
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
rusty
Truth is just as they say; Love is a lot like a shipwreck Or folding origami paper. Trying to find the perfect fit as the corners start to shrink and fold in. He had the perfect wife but the perfect wife found the perfect fault in their chronological love. She grit her teeth and didn't look back I guess that's why it's called cheating. I'm astonished with overwhelming sadness. As the only thing that still holds the broken sails together is the son they've spawned. In the belly of a dangerous sea.
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Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 2:59 AM UTC
Stuck In Love