Historias de Breakuppoetry

A poem about full-of-himself Edgar and the breakup text he receives

By Gray :)! This is about a breakup I had months ago, hopefully they don't find this. It's not like they know this account, or the name I go by. If you find this, no you didn't. Anyways this is more of a rant style poem, like the ones I used to make. idk how I feel about it though. At least I finally got to let this out. I've been holding in this rant for so long, this is refreshing. I can move on now. TWs|| breakup

ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ | when the wait for you to 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 turns into a new chase... ─── ⋆⋅ ☾⋅⋆ ─── your hand, silk on my thigh, grazing it ever so gently, as if i were the moon, and you were slowly inching higher, searching for a home in its craters. NO PLAGIARISM / NO TRANSLATIONS [lowercase intended] may - june 2025 (16 yrs old)

I really hope that you guys enjoy this this is poetry:)

Some love is never loud. Some hearts burn quietly, holding onto someone who no longer walks beside them. This is a collection of poems for him; the one who lingers in the spaces between my breaths, in the echoes of songs, in the shadows of streets I walk alone. I never tell him. I never reach out. I only miss him, Silently, Endlessly, and in these pages, It is everything I can't say.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ ꜱᴜɴʀɪꜱᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ | we are bounded together, and now, 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 ----⋆◦★◦⋆---- with things i've clung, from a hundred fireflies held close, to none-calling something my own can never be undone. NO PLAGIARISM / NO TRANSLATIONS [lowercase intended] september - december 2025 (16 yrs old)

I didn't write these poems to be soft. I wrote them with mascara running, voice shaking, and a heart that still dared to rhyme through the wreck. This is for the girl who gave too much. Who kissed boys like confessions and burned bridges just to feel warm. It's not a fairytale. It's a journal with bite marks. A lipstick-stained letter to heartbreak, girlhood, and the ghosts I left behind. So read it- but only if you've ever cried in your room and still called it a comeback. - LilacDevines

First ever piece. (Sorry but i wrote this as an 11 years old,)-future

it's about conveying a sense of vulnerability and introspection, highlighting the difficulty of letting go and the desire to hold on to what was lost.

heartfelt expression of emotional pain and self-discovery. It portrays the aftermath of a toxic relationship, using the imagery of dead, wilted roses to symbolize a love that has withered and is beyond repair. The narrator reflects on how they gave everything to the relationship, only to be left broken, betrayed, and emotionally drained. Despite their efforts to "fix" things, they realize they can no longer save the other person, and ultimately, they must let go of a relationship that has left them feeling invisible and worthless.

𝙞 𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘥 #1 in #orginalpoetry as of 6/27/24

~a lament of the soul~ ~~~ this flame, it is my last I'll burn out and become your past candles are temporary, and that's alright I hope while it lasted my flame was bright

Gray here!!! If you're my ex who this applies to, stop reading, get off my accounts, and out of my life. If you're not my ex, have fun. This is a really personal one obviously. ||TWs: Breakup, depression, toxic? relationship, talking someone out of suicide|| Happy (or not if you're reading under the angst tag) reading!!

A small collection of my thoughts.

A poem that describes how a girl has been tricked by a player. Sentiment from a heart-broken person. Single poem included in Raindrops (A Collection). Status: Complete.

This poem tells the story of loving someone deeply while slowly realizing they were never truly yours. It captures the heartbreak of trusting the wrong person, the quiet damage caused by betrayal, and the way love can drain someone of their identity and light. Even through the pain and loss, the poem ends with resilience, showing the speaker choosing survival, self worth, and strength after being broken, and reclaiming their color after everything was taken.

She Didn't Cry, She Burned Not broken. Not silent. She didn't shed tears she ignited a fire within. This is a story of pain turned power, heartbreak turned flame. A fierce anthem for anyone who's ever been hurt but refused to fall.

A poem about moving on from a toxic relationshit.

What some call 'Solitude' is sometimes just loneliness is disguise.

(Lonely Nights Series Book 2)