heartbreak poems
By: Amelia Booker
Tags: Original, Poetry, Love, Heartbreak

heartbreak poems

Castle

When you give someone keys to the castle, there is no going back.

They’ll light up the castle with music and warmth, there is no going back.

The happiness in the castle overflows, there is no going back.

Things change, there is no going back.

They burned the curtains, locked the doors, and shut off the heat, there is no going back.

Trapped you stay, alone and afraid, begging for the music again, there is no going back.

Your castle is cold, shattered, and broken, there is no going back.

Their gone, you’re gone, there is no going back

When you give someone the keys to the castle, there is no going back.

Love list

My mother taught me what love is.

Love is warm and kind.

Love is helpful and helpless.

Love is enduring and endless.

Love is feeling like you could explode with laughter and never stop smiling.

Love is a warm feeling on a Saturday morning.

Love is the first thing you think of in the morning, and the last at night.

Love is finding the beauty through the pain that lies.

Love is giving up your last breath to say I love you.

Most of all Love is a promise to stay.

This, is not love.

The pain and sadness, that is not love.

Walking on eggshells and begging for a fraction of attention, that is not love.

Hoping and praying for another text message, that is not love.

Letting them tell you how to live, eat, and breathe, that is not love.

Giving your body, mind, and soul until you’re some raw mindless being, that is not love.

My mother taught me what love was, and you have ruined that love.

Lying

Lying is not bad.

That’s what he told me.

Lying is just a fabrication, it’s harmless.

“It’s harmless, I promise, I love you”

I’m sorry, it was a harmless lie.

I believe you now, “I love you”is a harmless lie.

Time

Two hundred- sixteen days

That’s how many days I let him play me.

Five thousand,one hundred, and eighty-four hours

That’s how many hours I let him screw me over.

Three hundred and eleven thousand, four hundred and forty minutes.

That’s how many minutes I poured my entire soul into him.

Eighteen million, six hundred and sixty-six thousand, four hundred seconds.

That’s how long I killed myself to love him.

I want all of them back.

I want to scream in his face and tell him how bad he hurt me.

I want to know what I did wrong.

He told me it was Almost me.

Well I Almost gave up my entire life to be with you.It’s relieving to know I was almost yours.

Everyday, every hour, every minute, every goddamn second.

I remember.

The love you so told me was real.

The unloving hugs you would reluctantly give.

The dreams I made up in my head, that I thought you shared.

Anything that you said, I believed, I swooned for your manipulation and bad haircut.

I’m pretty sure, you never loved me, or you shared your love between me and her.

At least I got half right, does anyone want half of the love and attention from someone they bent over backwards and ruined their reputation for?

I lost so many friends, I cried so many times, I hated you, I loved you, I missed you.

I think the hardest part is I still think about you.

Sometimes instead of thinking of all the shit you put me through, I remember the little fun times, and that’s what hurts the most.

But you know what they say

You just gotta roll with the punches,

Even when you’re

Coughing up blood.

It was all just a matter of time.

Sting

There was a quiet sting.

It was always there.

Even when you hesitantly said “I love you”

It was there.

Time passed, I was covered in bees.