heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
End Day
All the lies you have been feeding me are unsettling in my stomach. You are not who you say you are. You are not even half of that. You speak in untruths. You make me doubt myself. We are not one like the oneness you speak of so oftenly. We are not of the same fire. We were not forged in the same flame. You seek to deceive cause your never satisfied. I said I would do anything for you, but still no loyalty. I only asked this one thing of you, but you could not. Now all we had is over we will never speak no more. So I'll have a drink then two then three then I'm bound for the floor. Which is where I would rather sleep. You to me will always be nothing but a whore. So take your things, and take mine. I will be able to get a chance to find my piece of mind. After I fill my lungs with smoke I start to unwind. Today's the day we end this charade. I am not blind.
By john noakes8 years ago in Poets
Love.
Love. This word. Everyone wants it. One of the shortest words, most simple words, but means the absolute world to everyone on this god-dammed, sad planet. I thought he cared, I thought he “loved” me. Here’s the tragic poem I wrote, I told you it was real. Are you sure you’re ready for this?
By Natalie Simmons8 years ago in Poets
