Category: heartbroken


Unchanged

His smile

His eyes

The way he looks

The way he walks

Chuckles and talks

All the same.

His lies

His deceit

The hopelessness

The heartaches

They are all the same too.

Somethings never change

But not me, not anymore.

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Stained

I used to see colors of different hues

Then I only saw all blues

Clouds once white now heavy gray

I think I’ll sulk here and stay

Love once pure, now it’s stained

Everything lost, nothing gained

Plastic Roses

Like the love that you gave

It was all just pretend

Nothing we do could ever save

The wilted feelings we felt in the end.

And like the plastic flowers on the table

We couldn’t do anything more than we’re able

I Never Knew Him…

….I never knew the sound of his voice

….The sound of his laughter, which could be music or noise

I never knew his likes, dislikes

….His favorite movie or color

….His smell and odor

I never got the chance and I never will

Without

Without a word and without hesitation

Without looking back, he left

The Coldest

Cold, cold night

As cold as ice

As cold as his heart

As cold as my soul

As cold as the glare in our eyes

How and why did we come to this?

We’ve become frozen

Broken

We’ve become our coldest

Darker Thoughts

The days roll in and out

The sun shines bleakly

Ghosts of the past scream!

As if from the abyss, he hears them call

And he sees my gaze,

Dark and deadly.

He knows I’m calculating, formulating

I no longer have pure thoughts

Revenge has clouded my mind

And he knows he should be careful

Still

I loved him then and may love him still

But there is so much more to think and do in this world than be stuck with feelings for him

Feelings unguarded

Feelings unwanted

Feelings unrequited

Still, I entertain thoughts of him

Still, I find myself daydreaming

Still, I recall the hurt

The pain

And so, I realised I still have so much to learn

Just An Option

And he asked,

“Was I just a pawn in your game?

An option?

A second guessed choice?

Just another…..

….just another face?”

His Story

He wrote his story in black and white

Told everyone of lies

Because he was afraid they’d know the truth

Convinced himself to walk away

Because he was afraid of my love.

And that’s how his story relates to mine

A Real Surrealist

Feel My Words

The Midnight Ember

An Ember for Thought

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