Heartbreak Poems
Music
by gabriella BlakeFor months I was unable to listen. Thankfully that has passed. It still feels different though I’m sure it always will. You are music, to me. It’s taking some time separate the two. I realize You are not music just as you are not love. Two extraordinary and unexplainable things. Something you could never be. Maybe I haven’t lost too much.
Continue readingFire
by gabriella BlakeMy world has been on fire for a long time. No one realizes. No one knows. Until today. When everyone else’s world is on fire. You finally See the flames in the distance, feel the smoke in your lungs. It’s funny, I’ve been trying to warn you for so long. You didn’t understand, couldn’t understand, don’t understand. The world is on fire. Fire scares me. It is so final. Fire turns a monument into a pile of ashes. Nothing. Fire burns. The world is burning and there is nothing you can do about it. Living with the fire means not getting attached to things, it means expecting the worst. So that’s the how goes. Everything I love gets stripped away. Everything good isn’t as it seems. Ahh fire. You keep me so warm, yet you are burning my very heart. My only heart. The one that’s for loving. Without it, I am nothing but a pile of ashes.
Continue readingMistakes
by gabriella Blake
The most dangerous thing you can do is show someone your heart, let them in. Show them around, let them get comfortable. The most dangerous thing you can do is get used to them being there. disappointment stems from expectation. My first mistake: Expecting you to be there when I needed you most. Through years of friendship you became my person. I expected you to be there for me, always. You disappeared so suddenly. I struggled with your absence. The second you were back, I pulled you in, closer than
ever. My second mistake.
In an emergency, what do you do when your first call doesn’t answer? You Call again. Who is on the other end of your first call? the person you need. The person you rely on. My first call? It’s always been you....Then I remember, that was a lifetime ago. I should have learned to live without you by now. Easier said then done. It took time to get used to you being there, it is taking longer to get used to your absence. It’s painful. Knowing your role in my life is over. If only I hadn’t shown you my heart.
questions
by gabriella BlakeThese songs used to make me cry. I’d listen to cry. To feel. They’ve lost that effect. They’ve taken all my tears. Do you ever listen? Do you ever cry. Do you associate me and us with those songs. Do certain moment replay in your head. Do you freeze, do you break, do you burn. Or have you paved over those memories with new ones. Do you change the station, or listen, to feel. Or has the numbness kept you silent, sitting with a straight face, without a second thought.
Continue readingA Heart Of Ice
by Author Reinvented
A heart of ice, a heart of stone,
Once warmed by love, once not alone;
Once soft as clay, once light as breath,
Now hard as rock, now cold as death.
A heart of stone I know is breaking;
Every breath doesn't seem worth taking.
A heart of ice in one blow shatters,
Convinced nothing at all in this wold matters.
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Hand me down love
by Daniel Ryan Cotler
Love always came, but never in my size.
Too big to hold, slipping through my fingers,
or too small, choking me in its seams.
I wore it anyway
patched-up apologies, sleeves too short to keep me warm,
frayed edges where promises unraveled.
I shopped for love in secondhand stores,
digging through racks of discarded affection,
trying on whispers that no longer fit their owners,
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KARMA
by Leone Takudzwa Maera
THE WALK DOWN THE ROAD
HAS ALWAYS FELT VERY ODD
THE PAVEMENT CRACKED SHOWING ITS OLD
OUR LOVE WAS VALUED LIKE GOLD
YET ALL I HAVE ARE YOUR MEMORIES
OF ALL THOSE NIGHT LOVE STORIES
KARMA DOESN’T ACCEPT APOLOGIES
THEY SAY WE WERE TOO YOUNG TO HAVE SUCH STRATEGIES
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SCARS ON ME
by Leone Takudzwa Maera
SCARS ON ME ARE SCARS ON YOU
THATS ARE ALL I HAVE ON ME FROM YOU
HOW I WISH THEY FADE INTO THE SKIN
BUT THESE ARE LOVE TATTOOS
LEFT TO DISTINGUISH ME AMONGST FOOLS.
Let Down, Lay Down
by wilted tulip
it is time
time to sit alone
to lay
to lay in an abyss
an abyss of your love
your grief
your sorrow
your pain
to let it all in
to let it all out
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Scornful nostalgia
by Tobias Winters
Dew doth drop with gentle hue,
On petals tinged a bashful blue,
As bees swoon to swollen pollen;
I crave back that view to fall in;
‘Tis you, ‘tis you.
As sea kisses the night sky,
Before day doth due the two goodbye,
I lie; a rock on thine tender shore;
And beg thou to crash upon forever more.
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