He loves me not
He loves me not
He loves me not
A freestyle poem of unrequited magnitude
To whom does his words belong
Micropoem + angelic digiart
I just want him to know I'm drowning
The value of nobody
Her lips are the color of sad
Christmas mourning freestyle rhyme
Aging like oak and bitter like stout
The cold comfort of nothingness
When everything hurts...
Please stop the pain
Sailing through heartache
Regrets are heavy
I don't understand any of it
Something good comes from all bad things but I can't find one here...
Pain times infinity
Words are forever and so is love
I got out of my coffin, kinda...
If only love were blind....
She tried to warn them but they never listen; quick to cast a stone but not on the wrong...
Our life is an epic poem...
It's cold without his love
I am a victim of criminal mischief
Am I getting through?
Unrequited love poem number ten thousand
His madness has driven me mad
Keith Whitley, Lil Peep, Chris Cornell, Scott Weiland, Heath Ledger to name a few... FUCK YOU BIG PHARM
Song recommendation by Lil Peep RIP
A very personal poem + stories + photos of my best friend who died by suicide *possible trigger warnings*
If ignorance is bliss I wouldn't know it
I'm so cold, where is he? He took away my sun...
Please see me
"I love you the best, better than all the rest..."
I don't have anything because I don't have you
Eek! Some mask should stay on....
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
MARRIED TO SORROW
Take me with you please for there is no life if you are gone.
His doll to love or destroy
All woe is me post halloween
A tiny story of hope / rhyme + updated with photos!!
Pulling a feather is like feeling a leather whip across my back. I falter. I repent. I love.
His absence is too loud, too painful.
Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.
Tis the season
Themes of death, possible trigger warning (irony)
'Some girls have all the luck, some girls have all the pain, some girls get all the breaks, some girls do nothing but complain'...
I might be his druidess but he is stubborn to his own demise
Thick is my sorrow
Fragments of him
A micro-story in under ten words.
Hope is a dead star
Nothing is real. I cannot feel.
Just a little poem about ego
Caught between the devil and the poems I keep writing...
A short story / 50 word poem *Possible trigger warning*
Unrequited love chapter 666
eternal blackness, he's gone
People always have the wrong expectations of people they never give a chance to know. And yet we carry that burden.
maybe something inside
Hope is a fragile thing
Some micropoetry I hadn't intended to share but now I am sharing anyway because, rebel.
I wasn't prepared for winter
Banished from his heart
Oh my fucking goddddd, another day, of my two favorite things
Trigger Warning + metaphorical cutting
Does he really mean the terrible things he says about me?
I can't fly away because he clipped my wings and now taunts me like I am prey
Ahh ye great joy of depression!
Who cares, everyone has someone
Thoughts. Ideas. Micropoetry. Micro-thinking. Is that a thing?
Does he really love me?
Your love branded my soul and I'll always be empty without you
A sad poem about the greatest love of all never existing
Nothingness am I
Deep deep sorrow
I had to drown the thing that was drowning me...
I've been experimenting with my writing styles on Instagram. You can follow me there @POEETERNAL
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.
Make a right on Depression Avenue
and a left on Anxiety Lane
This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
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.
I hope he can still see and feel her love through all the waves they both make.
You'll never get close to me.
They care not while I rot.
A poem about bad people and bad choices.
CROSSROADS. MISTAKES. SINS. DEPRESSION. HOPELESSNESS.
The cost of mistakes, the price of reason
A poem about how hard goodbyes are.
I know not anything.