Heartache Poems
Slipping
by Miranda White
Slipping.
Faster and faster.
Why won't you stay.
You don't need to go any faster.
I can keep up.
Promise me you will wait.
My hand is slipping may we please go slower.
Your hand moving away faster.
Please I want to hold onto you longer.
You're letting me go.
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Missing Love
by S K
I’ve never known love
Grace, I showed
Intelligence, I possessed
Attention, I did not lack
With a man always at my back
Countless hearts, I used
Until they bruised
Meticulously, I dwindled men
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I laughed
by green blueI laughed. I laughed and you didn’t know why. I laughed because I knew it was over. I laughed because all the stereotypes are true. I laughed at how anticlimactic that was. I laughed at myself for knowing it was over but not saying anything just so you can reach that conclusion yourself so that you can break up with me just for the sake of sparing your pride. I laughed that at the moment i felt betrayed by the person closest to me and i still picked you over myself. I laughed at the frailness of a love that was forged by the fire of adversity when it faced the coldness of fear. Maybe i’m not in love with you but i sure as hell love you.
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by Kea Campbell
You might just be my ADHD of the month,
But my mind keeps running to you, replaying the gentleness of your touch.
It might just be my deprivation of love,
But with every chance, my heart is quick to lend its trust.
I no longer lust, nor do I desire the unjust,
But when you fill my head and steal my breath, I must deny my flesh just to convince myself that your presence is enough.
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entanglements
by Jessica C
I’ve tried so many times to stop remembering
but every time
I stand still
all I see is an ocean of your blue
eyes
and I start to sink
with the disappointment wrapping around me tighter
than you ever did
and everything that was
or was supposed to be
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Loop
by J.P. Madrid
Nothing makes me happier than her—
the way her name feels
like a sunrise pressed into my chest,
how her laugh
sounded like something I used to pray for
before I knew how to put it into words.
And nothing makes me sadder than her—
the way she became
a recurring character in poems
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Unbidden Echoes
by Mario Odekerken
I strive to cast your shadow from my mind,
yet there you dwell,in corners hard to find.
Like whispers woven through the silent air,
your presence lingers,haunting everywhere.
I chase new dawns to wash you from my sight,
but memories emerge with morning's light.
In dreams, you wander through my night's domain,
a phantom tethered to my heart's refrain.
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Slipping
by Miranda White
Slipping.
Faster and faster.
Why won't you stay.
You don't need to go any faster.
I can keep up.
Promise me you will wait.
My hand is slipping may we please go slower.
Your hand moving away faster.
Please I want to hold onto you longer.
You're letting me go.
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90. I often stop to think about where you might be
by Kea Campbell
I often stop to think about where you might be.
I stare into space and wonder about how we buried our dreams without saying a word.
And when the came and you said you were moving, I made sure to leave you first.
It's the insecurity of enjoying life alone that guts me to my core and rattles me deeper than bone.
I can't say I don't think about us 5 years ago.
Drunk under the stars with your arm as my pillow.
It wouldn't be true to say you didn't treat me right.
But it wouldn't be false if I said that sometimes when I was with you, I felt colder than winter's driest nights.
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74. Sparks
by Kea Campbell
January 1st is coming up, and I'm still stuck on that night in July.
You watched the fireworks in the sky, and I watched them from your eyes.
Your arm was wrapped around mine, and even between us were sparks that fly.
Color flushed from my face while my heart pounded through my chest.
All I could hear was the sound of my lungs grasping for a breath.
I would do anything to be in that moment once again, and I would give everything to have more than the title of just friends.
In 7 days, 2025 will begin, but if had one wish to be conferred, it would be to redo that warm night in July on the third.
Instead of re-losing the battle to my cowardice, I imagine my confidence leans in for a kiss.
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