heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
Rose
The root kept on growing like weeds all between the cracks of cement, until one day someone decides to water it. Gave it some attention. Where a flower then began blooming, so joyful; so comfortable in trusting that water will come the following days to finish growing. At the final stage, all the petals sprout and the flower waits for more love and acceptance. But a pluck at a petal causes disarray. Forgiveness, for although it trusted you to keep it beautiful, you have failed. And all the rage and insecurities built have led you to not only snatch petals but unplug the cord from the cement and leave it lying next to the cracks of past hurt and memories with the inability to reconnect but to just dawn directly at it like an on-going horror film.
By Scarlen Severino8 years ago in Poets
Fuck You
We have all loved. And unfortunately the majority of us have felt the unwelcome and uninvited consequence of heartache. For me, after having been a magnet for less-than-desirable relationships in my life time, I assumed that my first gay relationship would be one of gentleness. One of love and understanding. After all, who could know a woman’s heart but a woman? A woman would not inflict the betrayal of disloyalty upon another, a woman would identify old scars and bruises and ensure you never even remembered they were there.
By Laura Devine8 years ago in Poets
A Letter to Me
After everything we've been through I say this. Through all the ups and down, through the pain and joy, for all the things you tried to change and those you set in stone, bending yourself to the will of the world and to those around you just to appear as human as possible, calculating every move and every action, let go. Understand that for all the things you've said and done, it served no purpose and remember, just because they hated you, it didn't mean you needed to hate yourself.
By Diego Avila8 years ago in Poets
