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queen of hearts Mar 2020
How am I always the martyr?
The test drive before the real thing.
The girl you feel you can practice on
before you give the real one a ring.

The girl who saw the potential
of a college student, unemployed.
Why does everyone else get the husband
and all I ever get is the boy?

Every one after me gets the house,
the dog and the white, picket fence.
How come everybody else just gets everything
and all I ever get is the rest?

I’m always just a stepping stone.
I’ll just be somebody else’s ex.
I always show people how to love
and then they use it on their next.
This one hits very hard.
queen of hearts Feb 2020
It’s nights like these
I sit alone in the car
Not wanting to escape this closure
I think I’ve found
Screaming out
The words I wish I’d said
And reminiscing on times
That never found their place
And I wonder
How much more of me you’ll take
Before you realize
I’ll never be what you think you want
queen of hearts Dec 2019
‪The only cool thing about being this ******* miserable is that I’m certain nothing could ever make me this miserable again.
And that, alone,
gives me peace.
♥️
One day, one moment, one breath at a time.
Maybe not tonight but someday.
queen of hearts Dec 2019
My heart drips from open wounds
I didn’t know were there.
I am melting to the floor.
I’ve only got space for one more loss.
I am too weak to handle any more.
I’ve never known a sadness
that seeps into your air
and doesn’t let you breathe.
I’ve never met a heartache
so loud
it doesn’t let you sleep.

I am going to implode.
I am starting to dismantle.
I never wanted to figure out
how much is too much I could handle.
queen of hearts Sep 2019
I don't miss people
I miss the parts of me I gave them
this one ******* HURTS
queen of hearts Sep 2019
those flowers over there are the ones I planted for you
months ago
they require water three times a day and don't like to be out in the sun for too long

sometimes I forget

they look pretty now
but they'll die soon
"flowers"
queen of hearts Aug 2019
I have no idea what’s going on in my head but if I write it down on paper I can at least call it a poem
sometimes i don't know what to write, i just want it to mean something.
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