He loves all the world but one
You know I loved you best
I'm begetting rhymes
RHYMING POETRY. Or maybe written confessions.
A battle between depression and unrequited love
Going, going, gone
Saline tears, darkest fears
The future is missing any sun
Doubt was sound asleep and dreaming
He played me. My heart died.
Some things aren't what they seem
Another unrequited 3 AM love poem, for the one, the haunting ghost in my life
Unrequited love micropoetry
He loves me not
To whom does his words belong
I just want him to know I'm drowning
Her lips are the color of sad
When everything hurts...
Please stop the pain
Addicted to love
Place a temple where the love is waning
Let's be real, you don't know love in any manner, you don't even love yourself.
I don't understand any of it
Love never dies...
Something good comes from all bad things but I can't find one here...
Pain times infinity
He was the best and worst thing to enter my life, like a flash flood destroying all the good but making room for growth.
Words are forever and so is love
If only love were blind....
Bleeding in rhyme and real time
Y'all remember that scene in Dracula where Mina was begging for forgiveness for loving a monster? Yeps me...
Titles are deceiving
It's cold without his love
Mostly moping, barely coping
Unrequited love poem number ten thousand
YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW
If ignorance is bliss I wouldn't know it
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
He'll never have my forgiveness or love
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"