I falter, he punishes
Don't take for granted the people in your life because they could be gone at any moment
We haven't learned a thing...
His heart is cold and dilapidated 🖕
Life is a numbers game and I am always last (if at all)...
I can't fly away because he clipped my wings and now taunts me like I am prey
They don't belong together and I'll never be jealous of her. I KNOW MY WORTH. They are both leeches.
unrequited love is sketchy territory
HIS LOVE IS PUTRID
If only fingers were used for healing...
I'd wait for you forever but I need you now, tomorrow, forever, in any way but this way.
Your love is a supermassive black hole
Does he really love me?
Your love branded my soul and I'll always be empty without you
His walls are made of iron and he's got a vermillon guarding the gates.
Loves me but gives all his time to OTHERS
Past relationships do not define me. Old versions of me died. Zero luggage. So much time wasted trying to find love.
Nothingness am I
I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...
I tried to kill all the parts in me that loved him. I tried to understand the lesson he taught me. I tried moving on. I tried to love the distance. But the ache swells.
This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
Where do I put the love?
My tomb should read, "Ah, death finally" but in reality the VA will cremate my body and bury me with other Soldiers with a white tomb in a cemetery where no one will ever come visit me or even know where I reside... "unknown soldier"
Love is an illusion. Give me love or give me death.
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...