When you left…
I will ne’er blame thee-
You’ve every right
To love or thwart –
But I wish –
When you left-
You could’ve left-
A little of me!
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.
Waiting For The Honeymoon
i'm done
i say with tears in my eyes and snot on my face
but still i try
even as i walk away
maybe all i need is to be broken
just a little more
for you to open your eyes and love me once again
* * *
I forgot that I loved you,
I forgot every time I wanted you,
Every memory I had with you.
I also forgot how to be honest,
I still lie,
I can never forget you, ny vivid dream.
But for you, I am a fading memory.
* * *
I am afraid to forget that I love you
Afraid to forget that I need you
That I had you.
Afraid to forget the sound of your laugh,
To forget your scent,
Your touch
And, that I had such love.
love you.
"love yourself"
so easy to say
yet so hard to do.
i wish i loved myself
so it wouldn't hurt as bad,
to not hear you tell me that you love me.
the way I love you.
letting go
I tried explaining
why I still love you
but nothing
would come out
that was when I realised
I didn't know why
either.
f00l
I gave you my heart after one glance
You stole my reason when you turned to me
My mind hates you now
But my heart believes in you
Please be better than that, it says
But i know better than that, you were born that way
Though I always give you the doubt, it's in my nature
Unrequited
She ignores him, he ignored her back
She is quiet to him, he is quiet back
She smiled at him, he smiled back.
And
She texts him, he texted back
She calls him, he called her back
She loved him, and that he didn't reply.
Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.
To----
I heed not that my earthly lot
Hath--little of Earth in it--
That years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute:--
I mourn not that the desolate
Are happier, sweet, than I,
But that you sorrow for my fate
Who am a passer-by.
Missing
I walk up
and down and miss
everything that passes:
love
and water
and her troubled mind.
The treaties
which made me laugh.
* * *
Today was a good day.
I didn't flinch when they brought your name up.
I didn't show any sign that I even remotely missed you,
I didn't give them any ounce that I still care about you, that you still keep me up at night, that I can still feel your lips on mine own, that even though I'm alone in the darkness I'm not,
Because you are there with me.
I didn't tell them that even though it's been months since we went our separate ways that I still love you.
I didn't say a word.
Because today was one of my good days without you.
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