In sickness, not in health do we part
Welp. Not anymore
Mark your map
A collection of poems and thoughts by @POEETERNAL
A 20 word story
Fuck this weather
For what it's worth now I don't give a damn
This is how to stop loving you
Will you visit me at the cemetery
I try to forget him but then the sky shows colors of his eyes and beard. He's everywhere yet nowhere.
When the muse becomes a fuse, light that bitch up and run
Ghosting 2.0 (I miss him and need him)
The light is going out, the light is gone
I'll drop your heart in the lost and found
Maybe I'm not what they need
Despair is starting to fill the love boat.
It's March? Fuck. Still love him...
Crooning for his love...
An angel dies in hell trying to save a demon she loved
I'm a fool for love
Cheer up y'all, I love writing rhyme. But good girls always come last. 😎
The longing now just feels like a sickness
I hate him. I hate me. The end.
He loves me not
A freestyle poem of unrequited magnitude
To whom does his words belong
Micropoem + angelic digiart
Freestyle rhyme about mistakes and those who dwell amongst them
Addicted to love
Regrets are heavy
Place a temple where the love is waning
Letting this love sink with the lies
I don't understand any of it
He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.
I got out of my coffin, kinda...
All a man has is his word but he doesn't even have that...
If only love were blind....
Tools the narcissist will use
Titles are deceiving
They stoned the messenger and still flock to him like flies on shit...
She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong...
He's so far away now *sobs uncontrollably*
All I want to say is narcissists don't care about you...
It's cold without his love
I'm not the reason he is bad, I'm not the reason you have no self-worth.
His madness has driven me mad
Now that I've slayed the evil, what's next?
Keith Whitley, Lil Peep, Chris Cornell, Scott Weiland, Heath Ledger to name a few... FUCK YOU BIG PHARM
Song recommendation by Lil Peep RIP
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
I see right through you and see nothing more than a tool. Congrats, you could have been so much more but you're just like any other dick with a 4.0
A very personal poem + stories + photos of my best friend who died by suicide *possible trigger warnings*
I'm so cold, where is he? He took away my sun...
He does everything he can to avoid me but now the feeling is mutual
An angel with no mercy, sin I will cut
Please see me
"I love you the best, better than all the rest..."
One more thing...
Finish what you started...
It nearly did me in to be honest and it took a lot of careful consideration on whether I wanted to leave my blog open. But this is still goodbye. I quit it all.
Too many choices
MARRIED TO SORROW
Take me with you please for there is no life if you are gone.
His absence is too loud, too painful.
Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.
Tis the season
Like a fucking yoyo we are but if I wanted a fag, I could pop down to the store...
Found my courage. It was missing like your love.
I love being just a number to the artist who inspire me....
Unrequited love chapter 666
Banished from his heart
MOOD "I'm gone and forgotten / maybe it's like I NEVER EXISTED AT ALL"
A sad poem about the greatest love of all never existing
Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.
You'll never get close to me.
Letting go is so hard. I can't. I love him. I shouldn't but I do... 😦
In the eye of a storm, one final poem.
They always want the young silver instead of the rare gold.
A poem about how hard goodbyes are.
A poem about FUCKING OFF FOREVER
A poem about not giving a fuck...
His love is like Russian Roulette For all he's had and still not found love yet Under his reign I had many debts The lost and wounded are his favorite pet's Losing you won't give him any regrets He's already forgotten you I bet His love was like Russian Roulette It doesn't matter if they … Continue reading Love Like Russian Roulette
When it ends there's not going to be time for goodbyes