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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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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48. Every day and every night
by Kea Campbell
Every day and every night, you’re on my mind.
Though you cannot hear it, acoustics ripple at your touch.
While you might not see it, the sparkle in your eyes makes me flush.
We're not close enough for me to tell you too much.
They say ‘give it time’, but times are going rough.
On the beautiful days and the lonely twilights,
Through the starry heights and clear blue skies,
When the sun shines and the light turns to gray,
From the sounds of midnight to the early bird's delight,
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58. I knew I fell once again
by Kea Campbell
I knew I fell once again,
Because when you smiled at me, you conflated my aches.
I knew I couldn't win,
Because when you’d say "Hey" to me, you say it straight.
I thought we’d never contend,
That was until I figured you out and saw through your grins.
I thought we’d never be strangers,
That was until you showed a little bit of color, making my world a little bit duller.
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Who am I?
by Erica Scott
The hue of green in my eyes hides the darkness below,
But my charming smile distracts best.
I'm not as soft as my skin feels,
Or as tough as my morning voice sounds.
I do my best convincing underneath a mask.
I am weaker than my words.
A combination of 26 little letters,
Teeny.
Tiny.
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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.
......
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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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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