heartbreak

They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.

Please
God, I hope I was something different. Something refreshingly new to you, in this mundane gray world. I hope I was Red,
By cookie foot8 years ago in Poets
A Distant Acquaintance
Have you ever heard of him? I have. I’ve heard he is cruel, unrelenting. I’ve heard stories of his cold grip and sly smile,
By m raquel r8 years ago in Poets
A Silent Mirage
With you silence was comfortable I could have built my life within our silence and lived contently, happily knowing glances and quiet kisses
By m raquel r8 years ago in Poets
It Hurts
It hurts. The type of pain you only know if you've experienced it, The pain of loving you. Spending time with you lets the happy moments seep into my brain, causing an imprint of the euphoric feeling you give off, a feeling I'll forever crave when you are no longer in my presence.
By Carina Rose8 years ago in Poets
The Stranger
You do not know me, We are not friends. Not enough between us, To try and mend, The chasm between, Here and there, Will never bridge,
By Philippa Robinson8 years ago in Poets
A Curse from Me to You
A curse from me to you, For all that you've put me through. What once was love and desire, Now ignites an inner fire. Hear these words and remember me,
By Cheyenne8 years ago in Poets
The Poet
Nothing fuels a poet More than the whispers of dismay, The falling tears of sadness, The pain of everyday. Nothing fuels a poet
By Jerilyn8 years ago in Poets
Mirror
Him: We hadn't talked in a while, not since everything got so fucked up between us but she's right in front of me now… I know it was all my fault but I don't say it. I know I should apologize or at least try to explain myself to her, but I don’t. How do you apologize for ruining someone so beautiful; how do you explain something not even you understand?
By Diana B8 years ago in Poets
We Fall
I can't decide if feeling everything immensely is worse than feeling nothing at all. It is better to be with someone and care tremendously
By Amanda Sanson8 years ago in Poets
Your Journal
You called me your journal, and it’s starting to make sense. When we met, you pried my cover open and sketched your name inside.
By rina ...8 years ago in Poets
String Theory
So strange the sensation missing you is. Like walking through webbing of a spider Like string- red string It's odd. It's warm, the feeling. So
By Troi Speaks8 years ago in Poets
Letting That Go
We broke up you didn't want to grow up I'm smiling through the pain despite the bad luck even though I'd rather get effed up
By Kristal Schlichting8 years ago in Poets