Good girls don't just always come last, they don't come at all... Am I even visible?
It's better to love him from afar.
Another love poem about not having any love.
A micropoem about loneliness and longing.
Possible trigger warning. Depression and suicide is the subject. Be warned. Including original digi art of myself.
A song I am writing on my guitar! An ode to our love. Or the love we never came to have. The love that perhaps exists in an alternative universe, where we are together. I love you forever. Now we have our song.
In the eye of a storm, one final poem.
I swear I'm going to take a vow, I swear I'm going to take it now...
I am a wasteland
I have small feet and her shoes are kinda big...
I am a hopeless romantic y'all...
Lower your arms, I withdraw
Island of a thousand fucking tears - depression fucking avenue - loneliness - isolation - heartbreak - unrequited love
Some edges are sharp, some ledges are steep. (Lyrics for a song that doesn't exist. I never know if I should share my songs but I've actually had people turn my poems into songs).
LOVE IS THE ONLY WAY OUT OF HERE
Everything dies, even love.
no one fancies me, they never have, and they never will
My love extends 24/7 for him. So do my regrets.
Home is where the heart is
There it was, labeled to me - I, the addresseeTrying on lovers because revenge tasted sweetlyInserting the blade ever so neatly -Ensuring the heart was severed completely Burning through dreams like an oil field in the night Running out of fuel and the zest for a life Looking back but never having any foresight Dancing … Continue reading Karma
My dreams ended with you
"my indecision is final". Sitting in a room with no door or windows with written equations everywhere and zero right answers. The odds are, he's the answer to all my problems.
That's the problem with mold, it covers everything in blackness
Hey dudes, no worries, hitching a ride to Mars soon... I HOPE (a poem about that)
A poem about arriving too late for love; heart is dead.
A poem about what love isn't
A POEM. About losing things you never win for placing wrong bets WITH PEOPLE and love.
Depression is ugly business... a poem says it's so.
What you want is right before your eyes...
Drinking down the bottle 2 more shots should hide my mistakes His heart is like a fossil And I doubt it ever aches Picking up the throttle Will drink as long as it takes This pain it feels so awful I'd like to be one he appreciates © Delia Ross. 2019
No matter what I do he's on my mind...
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
The shore rises And as our dreams do Hopes are washed away inside us Awards instead of gifts as prizes Pills wrapped in silk disguises With this wave a bit of residue Likely he'll never get your point of view I'm sorry if I ever troubled you Give love a chance the universe advices We … Continue reading RESIDUE
Is there a special niche needed to get through to you? How much time should one have to pursue? You threw down the gauntlets and then you withdrew You said you'd be back but it's clear that we're through I could wait long hours and it's something you knew Feeling something real has been long … Continue reading Through To You