Searched decades, found him in hell like a pimp with gals on every arm and he spat at me, his fucking soulmate, said to piss off
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
I don't have anything because I don't have you
Potentially, the greatest question I've ever asked. A 10 word poem.
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.
He'll have it all, just not me...
Unrequited love number 19,000
Micropoem number 16,000 on unrequited love
Death or love
Take me with you please for there is no life if you are gone.
All woe is me post halloween
Words fire like bullets
Tis the season
A 20 word poem
Regrets and sorrow
Is there anyone real out there?
Nothing is real. I cannot feel.
Maybe today is the day I find my courage
Where do I put the love?
People always have the wrong expectations of people they never give a chance to know. And yet we carry that burden.
What a waste of precious months with you, writing for what, for whom? The fall of pride vs ego.
Some micropoetry I hadn't intended to share but now I am sharing anyway because, rebel.
Ah! The good country!!
His indecision is final / I am the Goddess of Confusion
I wasn't prepared for winter
Dark places, dark thoughts, freestyle ache
You you you
Banished from his heart
*all the feels*
I hope he finds happiness and I'll always be there for him
An apple a day keeps me starving
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...
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).
If it hurts to read it hurt worse to write...
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