My Poems

A Poem About Heartbreak

I want to write a poem about heartbreak.

I could write about how you ripped my heart out.

It wasn't quick or gentle,

But instead, your bare hands slowly clawed at my chest.

And those same bare hands gripped my heart like a gem

As they retreated from the cavity

Just as slowly as they entered,

Watching every string fray to its breaking point.

I could write about how it felt,

Forced to sit idly by

And watch as those heartstrings stretched,

My body desperately clinging to her life source.

But you've heard all of that by now.

So instead I'll write about my mind.

Not the confusion that began this spiral,

Not the anger you know I have felt.

I want you to know what the songs never say

What the storylines don't dare to romanticize.

So I will tell you a story about a little girl.

A little girl who sometimes had a father

Sometimes had a mother

Sometimes had someone who truly cared.

A little girl who worried too much about

Food

Water

Lights

A bed.

A little girl who barely had a house

Which was always much too full

For her to feel so unloved,

To feel so unwanted.

A girl who was so used to keeping quiet,

So used to being what everyone wanted her to be,

That she didn't know who she was herself.

But that little girl found solace in you.

Because you didn't care that she was loud

And you didn't ask her to be anything more than herself

Even if she didn't know who that person was.

You were the first person to be proud of her

For being alive

And the only thing that kept her going.

You were the only one there,

The only one who cared.

And then suddenly, you weren't.

Suddenly, there were no arms to hold me when I cried.

Instead, there was emptiness and hurt.

There was nowhere for the tears to go

So instead they stained my pillow

And burned my face as they fell.

Suddenly, the one who carried me through my pain

Was the only cause of it.

There was nowhere for the world to go

After it filled me to the brim

And I couldn't take it anymore,

No one to take that load from my shoulders

So instead it ate up my insides

Until I dwindled to nothing.

Now as I lay awake at night and think of you

I don't feel lucky and complete.

I feel hollow and abandoned.

I wanted to write a poem about heartbreak

But I think this has turned into a poem about murder

Because you have stabbed the little girl inside of me

And left her alone to bleed.