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#breakup poem
silent-insanities · 11 months
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If you saw yourself the way I see you, there would be no doubt in why I can’t let you go.
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sensitivesublime · 9 months
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moonys-bf · 6 months
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original poem :,)
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coffeexxcigarettes · 5 days
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Choked
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I hope there was a convenience
To loving me.
In the brief period
Between then and now,
When lightening stuck,
And you caught fire-
I hope it kept you warm.
I'll burn after you,
Of course.
It's all I know how to do.
However.
If you ever find yourself cold,
And thinking of my flames-
Let it stop there.
You know I'd flicker out of existence
For you.
Leave me to my inferno,
The one you once adored-
If you've any mercy at all.
x
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xoxoccarol · 1 month
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You didn’t give me back all of my things, and this used to make me sad.
You held onto my necklace and rings, some t-shirts and a book.
I used to see these things not just as things, but as missed opportunities.
Missed opportunities to have seen you one last time. Missed opportunities to change your mind.
Missed opportunities to pretend to get closure.
But now I’ve let some time slip by and I don’t see them as missed opportunities anymore.
I don’t see them as things that I no longer have, but as reminders to you of what you no longer have.
And I realise I don’t need these things back anymore because I’m doing just fine without them.
And I realise I don’t need you back anymore because I’m doing just fine without you.
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poet-with-a-pen · 4 months
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Muse
When the leaves turned brown, I painted you in pastel colours.
Gentle pinks and soft blues reminded me of you.
They reminded me of the flowers you used to tell me about, of the skies you used to photograph.
I still look at the sky and wonder what you’re doing on the other side.
I still see your face in the trees and I still hear your voice when the wind blows.
I got a new canvas today. I want to paint you again.
After all this time, you’re still my muse.
But you left a long time ago.
You left, and I’m still here.
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© poet-with-a-pen 2023 // DO NOT STEAL/REPOST
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spaceat6pm · 9 months
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the emptiness in my home has never been more apparent than at the time when i arrive in the early afternoon, with the sun shining directly through my front door as if god has put it there just for us. or me, now that you’re no longer here to share it with. it’s still just as beautiful, except i no longer feel like a whole; your half of me is missing.
your spot on the lawn is still reserved for you.
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jumbledjuniper · 5 months
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how ignorant was i to believe that you could fix the problem you created
when in reality the only problem created was you
Love, Juniper
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voicesandthoughts · 1 year
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I wonder about you:
I wonder what you think when you see my name
Sneaking on the edges of your screen but never into bed
I wonder if everything still reminds you of the same
because maybe you left in peace but you tore down a masterpiece
I wonder how you're doing in that cursid game
I lie awake thinking about everything we had and never said
and I wonder if we'll ever be the same
will you truly look and see my quiet fighting with silent screaming
hands out reaching reaching, pleading
would you ever take them again, take them to build up a home we made again, build somewhere I was safe with you
I wonder if you feel this too
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kelleyspoetry · 11 months
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New poem on TikTok & Instagram: @kelleyspoetry
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silent-insanities · 9 months
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Plagued by the memories.
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fuxcked · 1 year
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I hope I crawl through your brain like a fungus
And i poison EVERYTHING.
I want my arms to reach every deep dark crevice of your mind
Squeezing toxins into your synapses and soaking up every ounce of serotonin sitting in your cerebellum
I hope I travel from cervical to sacral
And you feel me EVERYWHERE
in your fists
In your throat
In the tension of your muscles
I.
Hope.
You.
Feel.
Me.
As the heat
And the knots
And the rigidity in your jaw
I hope I break teeth
And burn the skin of every lover you caress
And that the boiling blood pumping through your chest reminds you of me
-the last of us
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cravingg-venus · 6 months
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you feel like sunday morning.
thick white blanks, sun peeping through the curtains.
I could bask in your rays for eternity.
they say not to make homes of people, but you are home.
cozy & warm, slow dancing with no music on.
lovemaking with the softest of moans.
I've never felt this peace anywhere.
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I made you my home. I've lost my home,
now i'm homeless & its cold.
I got too comfortable leaving dishes in the sink,
leaving the door unlocked,
they say not 2 make homes of people,
how could we ever coexist when we wanted different things?
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coffeexxcigarettes · 30 days
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Guilt
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My throat tightens
Like a knotted ball of yarn.
My eyes sting with promises
We made...
I made.
I spoke delicately,
As if too strong a breeze,
Would blow us to shreds.
You stomped,
And then threw your hands up,
Exasperated.
I can see you trying,
To make the stray pieces fit.
You deserve someone who loves you.
I'm sure of it.
I know it.
I also know it isn't me.
My throat struggles against
The current,
Unleashing the dam.
Not sure why I was crying,
But I cry for us.
I cry for this.
I cry for you.
x
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broken-hearted-lovers · 8 months
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you're losing me - late may/ early june 2023
it came around as i had the same lyric from taylor's song stuck in my head. slowly, it became a letter from the person who leaves to the other, the letter and explanation i never got in my own experience. it's also what i consider my first poem in the actual sense of the word - the first to feel like one, the first i read anyone.
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"Death or a Breakup... You Decide" - a poem
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