Poems of heartache
Here are some poems that I wrote back in February/March. I was going through a nasty breakup and I vented through my pen.
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Lying here thinking of how broken I am. I am shattered in a million pieces I feel like a broken mirror. The reflection of my soul is reflected onto the ceiling. I am a shell of my former self. You can see me but I am not really there you may be able to glue me back together again but I will never be the same; I won’t be as strong as I was before I am flawed I am undesirable. I have sharp edges that if handled wrong will cut you.
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Blush, eye shadow applied without a thought. I stare at my reflection but I do not even see myself. When I see my reflection, I do not see me looking back. I do not recognize the face in the mirror. I am looking at a face that is the same as my own but it is not mine. I feel as though I am a foreign alien in my own body. At times, it seems as though someone else is controlling my body. I want to curl up within the windowless cell that I occupy but the true occupant is transversing to another plane of existence. To hide in the hollow of despair is the only possibility for existence.
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To know love is one of the best experiences in life. To a person who has had her share of pain in life and more to never know true love is enough to make a person insane with despair. To be able to share your whole self with another person to be able to know that no matter what happens that person is there to pick up the pieces. When you are so shattered that you think that, you feel as though are you are Humpty Dumpty and will never be put back together again. Nevertheless, here they come to the rescue and magically put you back together to hold your hand when it feels as though all hope is lost. To give you the hug that makes you feel warm all over and that makes the world melt away. The saying it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all is by far one of the truest statements ever made about love.
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Your eyes are open, you are awake yet everything around you is pitch black. It envelops you to where you think the darkness will never end. It feels as though you are being held captive by a cold wet blanket. You feel as though you can never escape it. You can run and run until you can run no longer; all you see is the darkness all around you. There is no escape…
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The motion of daily life; to the observers all appears normal. However, all they see is a façade of emotions; my true self hidden away in the deepest darkest catacomb of my mind. After attempting to bring myself to the surface and having been burned and broken, I retreated to my shell not to return to the surface until I am whole.
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Broken I lay… pieces of my lay on the floor; pulverized and shards. You said that you loved me. You said you would always be there for me. For another you abandoned me….
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My heart is broken you left me here shattered waiting for you to pick up the pieces. You were my true love and you left. You had to go and learn who you were… I took the time alone to stand on my own two feet but there was a big hole in my heart.
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Love is painful… you give yourself to another. Your whole heart is in their hands. You trust them completely. You want to spend the rest of your life with them you know in your heart that you will grow old together. Then one day it is all over and you lay there in the dark completely shattered. You don’t have the desire to get yourself out of bed. You wallow in your own self-pity. You are hurt and you are broken. You want the world to melt away. He left you in a million pieces.
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And one just random poem about remotes
8 inches of plastic and electronics. A greater divide has never fit into the palm of the hand. A comedy or a drama? Who will win the battle? The channels are changed up and then down. No decision has been made; the guide I pulled up still the buttons are pushed then finally a show is chosen-> a horror flick. The stick is set down but before the dust can settle, the “magic wand” is hoisted up: the volume is being adjusted and then pause rewind, fast forward through the commercials. Then set down again awaiting the time again that the “magic wand” will be forced into the battle of who is the boss of the TV.
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