Treading cold waters
What color is your heart?
Wishing love was real
Lost not found
You complete me / I’m gonna die on the street like Poe
Why do I get jealous?
An anti-valentine because tis the season
Fragments of a broken heart
I come into existence as quickly as I am erased
My atoms are splitting
You turn wonder to winter
Shackled to your will
Amongst these ranks division
I hate when people misplace me.
Welp. Not anymore
Does he know the keys of the kingdom is within her?
The truth belongs to sorrow AKA as me
We all rush for it
So, his words may not be written for me but they affect me like they are…
I know they call it easy rhyme but why does it make me cry?
He loves all the world but one
You know I loved you best
I’m begetting rhymes
RHYMING POETRY. Or maybe written confessions.
He says you are nothing but does with a sweat
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
This poem IS NOT about the guy I’m crazy in love with.
He played me. My heart died.
Another unrequited 3 AM love poem, for the one, the haunting ghost in my life
I’m a fool for love
Unrequited love micropoetry
The longing now just feels like a sickness
I just want him to know I’m drowning