heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
A Weed
You are a stinging bee, flying from flower to flower. None were quite right until you found me, a dandelion. Intrigued by my unique form, you landed. Trying to collect my pollen, I am just a weed I have none, but still you continued to poke and bite, until you blew away all of my seeds, wishing for control. Your violent prodding tore me apart, but what was I to do? I am just a dandelion. I cannot move. I just let it happen. For 2 whole years I let you sting me, it gets harder and harder to cover my stem and my seeds and my leaves. Everyone was convinced that I was a flower, perfect for the bee, but it wasn't until I stung back that I told the garden that I am a weed infecting your lovely patch you call romance. I am a dandelion, a bee has no use for me and I have no need for the bee.
By Jacqueline Schroth8 years ago in Poets
Damaged Goods
“there is no shame in crying in an empty room, the walls will keep in what you cannot” I am empty as this room now. I am hollow as your eyes, empty as your words and solace finds me no where I would wish for you to look. I lay on my back (as I always have) my stomach sinks to my spine and I am as spineless as you are.
By Linxi Van Romanovski8 years ago in Poets
