heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
The Song
*LIVE READING OF WORK ATTACHED AT THE BOTTOM* Just found the song you wrote me, read the lyrics out loud, this is breaking my heart. All the things you wrote down, all the things you said would bring us together are exactly what tore us apart. Did you mean it, was it true? Cause right now I just don't see. We were supposed to be sisters, best friends- but how can I be best friends with just me? We've missed out on so much, I've been through so much alone. My god, why won't you just answer the phone? I'm lost, I'm scared, I need you by my side, please come save me from this never ending ride. This ride of sadness, loneliness, bitterness, confusion; I feel like I'm trapped inside a house of illusion. One I built myself with bricks of love, but the foundation was built on lies and we both know it was never enough. Did you ever love me, or was I always just a chore? Forgive me for asking these hard questions, I'm just tired of being ignored. I'm trying not to give up, but lately, it's hard. I feel like I've been dealt a stacked deck of cards. Was this always your plan, to pick up and run away with my heart? If I'd have known that I wouldn't have pushed you, leaned on you, or asked you to catch me when I made a mistake. But now I'm alone at my own pity party eating stale cake, cause I've waited so long for you to come back. I should've realized sooner that you don't have a rear-view mirror. And the scary part is -the part that hurts the most- I'm not even mad at you.
By Final Thoughts8 years ago in Poets
The Pain That Never Goes Away
They say that the pain goes away, that these feelings get easier with time. But I'm not to sure they're right. With this pain deep inside, my will to fight starts to die. I feel it clawing at my lungs; wanting to explode out while the air leaves my chest and everything's a mess. How could you leave me here to do this on my own? When we both know that you were the strength, the change that everyone could see. The pain eats me alive; while I cry myself to sleep I know you're watching over me. If that's all the comfort I'm able to muster, I'll take it, my brother, for I know we will see each other again.
By Amanda Donahue8 years ago in Poets
