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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68. I Think I'm In Love
by Kea Campbell
I’m in love with you.
I'm in love with the mornings I'd wake up with you.
And, although my circadian rhythm would have me up in the early morning and yours could have you sleeping into the late afternoon, often you’d choose to get up too.
At dawn we'd watch the sun rise over the mountain peaks somewhere in the Smokies, steaming coffee in hand; three packs of sweetener for me and two for you.
I'm in love with the evening walks on the beach.
You would naturally speed up the pace and I would explain that if you took it slow, you'll notice the little things.
You'd notice how this ocean is lighter than all the others we've seen before, and so the sun reflects off of it, giving it a beautiful glowing feature.
You'd notice how the scents from the coastline restaurants and the sea collaborate in perfect harmony.
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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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Eyes in the shadows
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
In the quiet of my home,
where I thought I’d found some peace,
He hid his eyes in shadows,
his cruelty never ceased.
With cameras set in secret,
to watch me through my strife,
He recorded every struggle,
every moment of my life.
His goal was not just to hurt,
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ILT (20/11/2018)
by Hendrico Valentijn
A multitude of fortnights passed us by,
We passents of time, our sorrow, we tried.
A spell of brief written touches.
Time and space were arranged.
The earth turned and turned.
Time and space were burned.
The wind ceased carrying sound.
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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.
......
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.
......
68. I Think I'm In Love
by Kea Campbell
I’m in love with you.
I'm in love with the mornings I'd wake up with you.
And, although my circadian rhythm would have me up in the early morning and yours could have you sleeping into the late afternoon, often you’d choose to get up too.
At dawn we'd watch the sun rise over the mountain peaks somewhere in the Smokies, steaming coffee in hand; three packs of sweetener for me and two for you.
I'm in love with the evening walks on the beach.
You would naturally speed up the pace and I would explain that if you took it slow, you'll notice the little things.
You'd notice how this ocean is lighter than all the others we've seen before, and so the sun reflects off of it, giving it a beautiful glowing feature.
You'd notice how the scents from the coastline restaurants and the sea collaborate in perfect harmony.
......
61. Trekking On
by Kea Campbell
I won't lie about the messes I've made,
And I can't help but to fiddle with love's blade.
One day I'll face my mistakes and man up my afraid,
But as for now, I'll let my summer waste away.
I won't cry because it fosters emotional haze,
And I can't hide from the fun in a game of chase.
It might not be today that I visit with my okay,
Instead, I'll keep stumbling into self-induced heartache.
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