Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Love with wrong person breaks a man,
His heart pain,
Unbearable;No one can explain.

He wants to forget it,
But he doesn't,
Broken heart has no courage for it.

His blind love binned him in a rattrap,
He knows stuck like rat in rattrap,
But he wants to spend his life in rattrap,
Because,
He truly lovely with wrong person.

This poetry is based on my experience about love.
LOVE may be makes a man when true love with true person,but it breaks a man too when true love with wrong person.
Thanks for reading!!
 Aug 2020 Haadiya Sunasara
aurora
the first time i broke a boy’s heart
i cried as i watched his love bleed for me
it poured out into my hands and still sticks to my hair this day
i smell its death in the wind

now, i break hearts with no pain, no remorse
i watch the light flee from their eyes and i no longer cry
what it’s like to be me?

feel nothing
create chaos
feel nothing
 Aug 2020 Haadiya Sunasara
Rohan
I realize this
is the end
we will become
strangers again
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
I always dream of you
In my sleep
I'm thinking about you
Every night I sleep
I see your beautiful face
When I close my eyes
I see your beautiful face
All night long,
I'm thinking of you
I always dream of you every night
Wishing that your thinking of me too
The day I held you in my arms
My heart skipped a beat for you
Every minute that goes by I think of you
And I smile, Oh
I really do
All this is for you
Sweetheart because I love you..
I Love Her So Much ❤️
Dreaming about the future
While living in the past
Is a one way ticket to madness
Next page