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Poetic Artiste Dec 2015
They think they can use me,
I'll show them.
Poetic Artiste Dec 2015
No more Good morning texts,
No more Good nights,
Surely no more kisses.

No more cuddling,
No more care,
No more apologies,
No more trust.

No more surprises,
No more gifts,
No more dinners,
No more ***.

No more love,
No more us,
No more giving,
No more regret.
No more being good to people who do not appreciate the good you do until it is too late.
Poetic Artiste Dec 2015
When they said,
the good die young,
I didn't know,
they meant you..
Sadness loss hurt pain life matters
Poetic Artiste Nov 2015
You always knew how to move me,
captivated by your splendor,
I could watch a million skies set and rise,
with your natural beauty.
I feel safe with you,
lying on empty beaches,
with the sand as my pedestal,
and the ocean as my focus,
while your shadow falls over me,
your oranges and pinks touch me,
in ways I never anticipated,
you always knew how I was feeling,
you listened while I whispered my secrets to the winds,
how can I express my gratitude?
I am forever in your favor,
Sunset to sunrise,
I feel myself with you.
Poetic Artiste Nov 2015
I wasted so many years of my life,
waiting for someone who would treat me right,
then when I finally thought I'd found someone different,
they hurt me all the same,
I never went searching for love,
I never want to love again.
Another fleeting thought....
Poetic Artiste Nov 2015
It starts with blood racing to the surface of your skin,
As anger and sadness fight for the lead,
It is when your heart feels like a sinking ship,
At first it’s crippling.

It is fleeting emotions,
Fear,
Regret,
Mixed into a bowl of denial,
Because we never could believe our love would intentionally hurt us.

It is the tears that never cease,
Pounding within my chest of a merciless heartbeat,
It is the faint scent of hope,
As I wish the pain were a memory...

Instead my heart has been ripped from my chest,
Only to be taken by you,
Brought to the floor,
And stomped on til' dead.

A broken heart feels exactly so, broken.
It feels sadness—pain,
It aches for the happiness it once held,
It questions if the love is worth hanging on to.
But then shatters again.

Too many wrong choices,
On whom I've given my all to,
I gave my broken heart to you,
For a moment I believed you mend it,
Now I’m left alone to pick up all the damaged pieces.
I hope the next person I fall for is different than the ones who have hurt me in the past... I can't deal with this again...
Poetic Artiste Nov 2015
I had to let you go,
So that I could find myself,
It could have been a shared journey,
But you never wanted to help...
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