heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
I'm Your Prisoner
I feel scared, I do not wish to be here. I lay in bed because I imagine things in my head, that I wish were reality. What I am living is not how I want, I want to re-wind the clocks and go back before I made this mistake. For God sake what have I done?! I'm more depressed than ever and I never in my right mind thought it would come to this. I take all my anger out on myself. I am not who you thought I was and you're finally figuring that out. You and I have our doubts, but neither one of us is going to leave. We need each other so we're not alone because what we did to get here is our fault, but secretly blame each other inside. I know you've seen me bled, but if one of us left I know we'd both be dead. From the company we give each other and from what you've said, I am your prisoner, now lay me down for rest.
By Casey Rank9 years ago in Poets
I Want to Show Her Some Beauty Before All the Damage Is Done
I want to be able to love her for as long as I can, I've been told before that not everything lasts forever so I'll enjoy things for as long as I get to have them. I want to show her the best of me. She's the type of woman that leaves you wondering, her mind is deliciously complicated and so vivid. It is true that those we meet can change us sometimes so profoundly we are not left the same afterwards.
By Nataly Hernandez9 years ago in Poets
The Oblivious Child
Wake up. Yawn, stretch, breathe. Shower, get clothed.Turn on the phone. Straight to Facebook.The News is all over my timeline. 'Kindergarten burned down over night'Break. Tears filling up my face, I can't hold it in.My childhood, burnt down in a matter of hours. Memories filling up my brain, I need to remember. I need to remember everything. Because now I have no chance of going back to relive it. It's dead.I knew nothing of hurt and heartbreak. Of terror or oppression.I want to feel oblivious and unknowing once again.Please take me back in time.
By Ella Costello9 years ago in Poets
My Secret
The depression inside is too hard to hide. I cut myself to feel the pain rise within. You say I'm just doing it for attention, I say nothing because it doesn't matter, your thoughts of me won't change, but did you ever stop to think I'm this way of how I was raised? I will lay in bed all day long thinking of those thoughts I buried for so long, all I would want is to be alone because nothing you say will make me feel at home. The thoughts will get so overbearing, I must find something sharp, because at least the pain I feel is real. I will go down line by line on the outside of my right thigh. Crying with all of these tears I look in the mirror, I ask myself "why?" but of course I get no reply, I ask myself who have I become? I've become so numb with the pain running down my leg I just stare with my makeup all over my face slowly sitting down feeling more calm quickly wrapping up my leg and hiding my utensil. I leave my room as if nothing even happened, because what's on my mind won't leave until next time.
By Casey Rank9 years ago in Poets
