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#poets on heartbreak
t-ess-e · 21 days
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Been rereading Warsan Shire recently and goodness if her poetry doesn’t make you want to scream and dissolve in tears
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trustonlystars · 1 year
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Sometimes I oddly surprise myself, how a storm walks in and aims to destroy everything but before it does, it waits for my permission. And somedays I give in, but most days I ask it to step back and it does. That's the kind of power we hold, there's never a storm that walks in unannounced, there's always a whisper, always a sign. And I am surprised at how my heart is still learning to grow flowers at places that don't wish to see the sunshine anymore. And how love still sits on my fingertips, confused whether it's ready to let go? And I can't keep mine, but my heart settles down deeper when I watch someone else lose hope. And a heartbreak is still bearable, we can all survive it, but leaving hope at the door and walking in lifeless is what scares me, the empty eyes of the people I love is what terrifies me. And sometimes I am courageous enough to hold my own pain, we all are, but I can't see the same emptiness in someone else's eyes. Sometimes I surprise myself on how distant I have grown from my own stories that my emotions don't shake me anymore but yours would make me tremble. You see, hearts are like that, they'll bear it all in the name of love, but they also can't bear a slightest shift in the name of love.
- trustonlystars ✨
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creatingnikki · 1 year
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breaking waves
not used, not abused,  only fooled  by the waves of men that all broke gently at first,  and then violently on the shore of my heart. 
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mycollectioncloud · 2 years
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Worst Fears.
Most of my worst fears have come true If this is the case And I’ve made it this far All my wildest dreams can too
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raniahlilithshahnaz · 2 years
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And the humor of every tragedy is that one breaks his own heart - often by trying to listen to it.
Raniah-Lilith Shahnaz
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therendingflame · 2 years
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I wait near the seashore,
wanting to dive in,
and wash out stains of sorrow,
I bury deep within myself.
Engulfed with words of forever,
I feel lost.
Hoping to cross paths again,
I wipe off a tiny tear.
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mirrorworld12 · 2 years
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You were heartwarming
But you were cold,
I melted when you left
I was there all along,
I could not see anything but your shadows
But i did not leave,
The shadow never smiled
I was there all along
So I froze once again
Ayana
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philourana · 1 year
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I must have been a moth in your holy light
So certain I needed that flame
It was no fault but my own when I burned alive
Yet, you bore the pain of knowing
I died atop your ceiling fan, happy and unaware
That I only burned up in some
Mercury light bulb
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alittolatte · 2 years
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and here you thought
you could just go ahead
and forget me
how long did it take you to learn
my love is
the giver kind
the unforgettable kind
the kind that fills you up to the brim
on both your good and bad days
you don't just forget a love like that
// genevieve.v
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Prayer of a Broken Heart;
Made once of horrors and delights;
Oh turn and mourn, my soul,
But even depths can turn to flights -
The broken once again be whole
How long I kneeled and wept and pined
For love never meant as mine
How scraped I up from dust and sorrow
Hoping for a never coming morrow.
If faith in God looks like yours
Would it be in vain?
I'd rather turn and run from the door
Than continue in this pain.
The sad and horrid truth, my love
Is you don't know what you do.
But still I'll hope and believe and pray,
Indeed even for you.
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t-ess-e · 1 year
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The Last Poem/Anatomy of a Heartbreak
I sincerely hope you're as miserable as I am
i have to learn how to wean my body off you
like a babe quitting it's mother's milk
You're everywhere, bleeding into my poetry
my music, my reading
I have to alter my chemistry to rid me of you.
I have to cut out your marks out of me
I have to shave my head and watch for new growth
I have to break my teeth and grow in the new
I have to bruise my heart, squeezing you out of it
but when it's done I'll be free of you and
this is the last poem I'll write about you
the very last.
Tesse.
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trustonlystars · 1 year
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It's intricate to hold a heartbreak with grace but it's possible to still hold it like bleeding thorns pressed over soft palms. And it must be the kind of red that doesn't hurt, the kind of red that kills but with love.
It's the hour before the sunrise, I was waiting to go look for you, and no matter how far ahead I get in life, I know I would find my way back to you, but I don't. And I don't know how many times time has played its trick on us but I know if I have to trace back each memory to find a moment with you, I would. But that's what it's about, I don't.
- trustonlystars | Jannie F
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creatingnikki · 1 year
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should we care for each other?
you asked me that as we held each other. as we spoke honestly about how people no longer want to try. about how people don't do that anymore because they don't even stay long enough to get to know the other person and truly care. and then you asked me, should we? should we care for each other? and of course I said yes. yes, let's. but now I feel shit. when did I become this person? so irresponsible with my words? but I swear to God, in that moment I had every intention to care. 
and it may seem like the reason I don’t, I didn’t try was because I met someone else. and while it may have something to do with that, it doesn’t quite actually. even before I met that other person, whatever vibe we had between us pivoted. the way you are, the way your life is, you and I could never belong together. and I was not going to force-fit anything anymore. especially not my heart. it’s been battered enough and it deserves to be loved in the exact shape and way it currently is. a slight adjustment there, a little stretch there would maybe get it to fit in your life for a while. and it would be lovely. but no. 
no longer am I going to let my heart feel like it’s Halloween perpetually and that it gets to put on a new costume every time because why? why should it? the adventure? the thrill? the trick-or-treating? who am I? that’s not a question I want to have to ask myself because I kept trying to be whatever he wanted. changing for a man? that’s the worst thing I can do as a woman who has the privilege to be myself and go through this life telling fuck you to anyone who tries to bring me down. 
but I am also not going to let the string of fuckboys and entitled nice men and emotionally available assholes be an excuse for me to become one myself. I am going to speak to you. and I am going to tell you, sorry, I said I would care but I can’t. I will say that - no sugar coating, no beating around the bush, and for fuck’s sake, no gaslighting of any degree. just plain and simple. I am human. my emotions are fickle. life is hard. my heart is heavy. and right now I will be doing whatever makes it lighter. you are not it. sorry but yeah. this is what the truth is. and I respect you enough to give it to you. 
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mycollectioncloud · 2 years
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Special Connection.
“We have a special connection” You said after we didn’t talk for a month After you said you were only interested in being friends
If this special connection was what you meant I’d travel back in time if I could to undo Any messages ever sent
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sisyphuswrites · 2 years
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Final Waltz
Take one last dive with me
As a flurry of noise of our symphony envelopes us
Take my hand as I put my heart in yours
As we take a step forward and move two back
Let the melody hide our screams, sway with the rhythm of our Jabs
Back and forth, Look me in the eyes as the fire that threatened to burn us, cools and all that is left
Is a shadow of what we once were; a fragment containing a thousand emotions
That pale in comparison to the vast stain glass portrait we used to be
Let us in the face of the end, of our oblivion hold on to each other closely like when
We thought the future was ours to shape, and destiny ours to command.
Take my hand one last time as you did a thousand times over
Forgot about tomorrow and stay we with me one final night
For one final waltz.
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therendingflame · 2 years
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To the boy I can never be with
Anxiety that runs quick and deep,
never been calmer than before.
As I look into your deep black eyes,
pieces of my heart flutter,
I slowly melt into you,
like an ice cream that liquifies on my lips,
In your arms, I lay.
On your lips, I dissolve.
Sitting by the window,
I listen to our playlist.
Longing to get a glance of you once again,
my heart hurt and sobbed a little.
Longing to hear you take my name once again,
I realize, you aren’t mine anymore.
Longing to hold you close once again,
I die a little.
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