Fling
love for company’s sake
love in the cakehouse
carried them away to where Monday is
a little rope of life
that most forget they are getting
till it is too late for any plea
Short sad poems about love
Short sad poems about love — no longer than 12 lines. Small texts you can read in a minute and remember just as easily.
The book-lover’s blues
chance is a good companion
but needs are the greatest confidants
I love sometimes
and sometimes I do not care
a woman is lovely but I suffer
God forgive me for my books
Looking back
night calls me to myself
an earful of old pain
two loves have I
and only one pocket
arson is a pretty house
with ingenious chemistry
After Trakl
Now the days begin to shorten
and when the candle is going out
the smoke descends
like a mind turned quiet
and we hear love take leave
without speaking…
Breakup
I hear the first words die
with a strange turn
into thin ear.
The common years we were merry in
go cold—prayers
to be mulled.
Charm
fire fire
burn my brick
live like some cut
in the body
a good drinker-up
of every love
The First Guy
There's always the first guy,
They're the first try,
At love,
But then they're the first lie,
And after that comes the first goodbye,
And don't forget the broken heart,
soft
sometimes i wish I could erase our memories ,
other times I think they're the only reason why I'm still here
you used to make me wanna live , now you make me wanna die
because without you I could never feel alive
in my mind I wish I could forget
in my heart the memories are all I have left
Heart breake
In The moment she went, my heart broke in 1.000.000 shards
The cold Autom wind crawled through the holes in the facade into the small, dark room, whirled up my orange curles to a tornado and then disappeared with the remnants of my heart into the empty of the night.
If I'd really wanted to, I could have picked up the shards and perched them together .
But why the effort?
I haven't felt anything for a long time...
At least not until I met her.
January 10th, 2016
"You must have really loved him."
I looked down,
Realizing what I have up,
And what I had to do
I simply responded,
"I did."
To Mary Shelley
The world is dreary,
And I am weary
Of wandering on without thee, Mary;
A joy was erewhile
In thy voice and thy smile,
And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary.
heartbreak
"I don't want 'us' anymore"
it all changed
"I don't feel the same as I did before"
I do
"I was wrong"
again and again
"I want you back"
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