Break up poetry.

There's a lot, so let's kick this off.



Another sunset, another afternoon.
Time goes so fast, but I won't get to see you soon.
I'll probably never see you again, as a matter of fact.
Unless your feelings tell you to act.
You're probably over me, moved on, sigh.
I take comfort in knowing that the painful truth is better than being in love with a lie.



So what in the **** did you want me to do?
Everything I did, just another mistake to you.
The same thing I kept hearing, you always do it, it the same thing.
I'm sorry, I'll stop yelling, I'll stop feeling, stop thinking, hell, I'll just stop to sing.
Let me just hum my tune, ignoring your fake "I want to be here."


And still yet I wonder, did she go and do the same?
Am I better off not knowing? My soul would it drain?
Say she is in somebody's arms right now, that's not my concern.
If she wanted to be in mine, no doubt she would return.
So what then, life without her, the future you say?
Yeah, appears so, huh, let's take it day by day.
So enough with the thinking of her kissing someone that isn't me.
Enough with the torment, let my soul be free.
Enough with the thought of somebody caressing her back.
Enough with the images of her on somebody's bondage rack.
Enough of the thinking of words spoken so dear.
Her actions, her leaving, that made it all clear.
So now she's laughing, smiling, not thinking of her and I.
Oh but about her, I cry, oh I cry.
Enough with the denial, it's very obvious to see.
I am doing everything in my power, but she doesn't want me.



I put on my shoes, I put on my shirt, I take a long deep sigh.
Still dizzy from the flashing images of her soul crushing goodbye.
I put the car key in my mouth, the cold metal giving me a new pain to deal with, pure bliss.
I take it out, inserting it into the lock... "let's see if I can still do this."
Upon arriving and walking toward her, I stopped on the spot.
"What are you doing? You found the one you sought."
"No, no you haven't, she hurt you, her love wasn't real".
"Yes it was, she left out of fear!"
With this war in my head, I gathered my might.
I knew what had happened on an earlier night.
Upon meeting the stranger, a smile, a frown.
She was close minded and dumb, so I left her to drown.




So many dreams not lived out.
So many cries of pain and doubt.
So many positions I want you in.
So many different ways with you I want to sin.
So desperately I want to call out your name.
In your cry of pain with pleasure, I want you to do the same.
My finger, just lightly teasing your most sensitive spot.
Would things be different if that collar I had bought?
To smell you on the pillows in my bed.
That used to fix everything, even words unsaid.
Now that you and your love for me are gone,
I can barley stand to look at the rising sun, dawn.
Everything we had in bed was evolving just as we wanted it to go.
We kept on going, though at first we took it slow.
I won't ever be mad at you for going with your feeling.
But I will always remember you said love, and you abused it's meaning.


"Don't say goodbye, say goodnight".
That's what she told me, then got on her flight.
Leaving me alone to digest the meaning.
I didn't change enough for her?... how demeaning.
Rolling in agony on a dirty rug, I have her my trust.
Still no satisfaction for her lust.
I gave her the moon, the stars, the sea.
Getting love in return, no, it was not to be.
She loved the idea of what I'll eventually become.
Not sticking through the trial though, that's not so dumb.
So cuddle up with somebody else and forget about us.
I love you with everything I am, but let go, I must.


I ate, my belly is digesting, but my mind is still bound.
My heart stops every time I hear Yahoo IM make a sound.
Is it her? Is she back? Does she want to talk?
Hahaha, no stupid, she doesn't want me back.
She wants to move on, and she can't make herself better with me.
Yeah, no, this I don't see.
Because of me she had quit doing drugs.
Because of her I was okay with carrying 100 pound rugs.
When I met her, her grades were all A's.
Now? She's in the honor roll at her school. Boy, she'd seen better days.
She gets offended when I tell her the good.
Girl, you never really understood.
Love, like life, is a battle, a struggle, and a trial.
But you go through it together, not live in denial!
None of that now though, she said she loves me not on this day.
Such pain, such agony, can't accept it, but eventually, I'll be okay.
Knowing she'll be in the arms of another makes me want to eternally sleep.
But the right thing to do is fight for a girl who my love... will want to keep.



If she saw my poems, she'd probably say.
"He's trying to change my mind! No way!"
I'm not writing this for her to see.
I am writing this so my soul can maybe be!
No more words, no more calls, no more cuddles, no more kissing.
Just sorrow, agony, pain, thinking of her and missing.
It's hard to accept that your whole being can fall for somebody who doesn't feel the same way.
That's life, though, I'm sorry to say.
And if strength is born of heartbreak, then this whole world I'd fix.
No, sadly, I'm just in the mix.
So I won't sway her, convince her that what he had was real.
That's something she doesn't, never did, and will never feel.
I have a vow though, that just as sure as a mother will give birth.
From this second on, I will be the change I want to see on this earth.




I need to stop writing and choke down this food.
But I will not allow these feelings to brood.
She'll never see these words, or she won't care.
She told me she isn't in love with me, with her cold hard stare.
She said she didn't want to hurt me, while doing just that.
She broke my spirit, left me a decaying rat.
A rodent to crawl, to bleed, just to exist.
"I'm still in love though", she couldn't resist.
She told me she loves me as a friend, not as a mate.
How many times? Probably eight.
To be honest I did keep asking, and eventually she said that she's still in love with me and it's hurt.
No love, she threw me in the dirt.
She didn't want to hurt me, of this I'm well aware.
And though she didn't want to hurt me, she never loved me, and she doesn't care.


She hugged me goodbye, and she moved to turn.
Goodbye my love, I know you'll never return.
Through the pain, I'm grateful that I'm still in love.
It's impossibly hard to accept that you don't care anymore.
It's impossibly hard to accept that you have closed the door.
I knocked, and I pounded, I cried and got better.
You probably laughed at my pathetic letter.
My tag that I gave you? "Sentimental value because you were my first".
Now, going to find somebody "different" to satisfy your thirst.
You weren't in love, you were just dreaming.
Don't ever say that ****ing word to anybody, girl, until you know the meaning.


You told me in your own words that you have never felt a pull towards anybody as you have me.
And here I am, without your words, people telling me we weren't meant to be.
Your fear stopped you in the past, and it's doing it now.
And my pure soul because of it has to take a bow.
I bow down in agony, defeat, and tears.
To something I can help with, your fears.
I killed your love, you say? That's a joke.
You never did manage to make me that half cooked egg yolk.
I'm not the devil, nor God, I'm just a regular male.
The fights got old, the fights did get stale.
But love is a force that's way above me, it's something I can't destroy, or touch.
Accusing me of killing it, now that's a little much.
You told me you loved me, you wanted me there.
And then you went off to "live life", and this is too much to bear.




We had an amazing time, but that's all it is to you.
You would be here, talking, if the above statement wasn't true.
A lot of people will tell you my belief is wrong.
A lot of people say that to let go is to be strong.
Problem is, I don't want to let it slip and fade away.
Kitten, I have so many more things to say!
I want to tell you how I saw a funny clip.
I want to tell you that I miss your screwy kitchen sink drip.
I want to tell you our other major problem so we can improve!
Want to hold you, get into our cuddly, playful groove.
I want to say that you are the only, the one, the most beautiful star.
You tried to change me, when all along, I just wanted you for everything you are.




You'll find somebody to hold you in their arms.
You'll find somebody, them and their sweet charms.
I'll probably find somebody, too.
I hope they don't remind me of you.
Remember that night? You came from school straight here.
Remember that play time we had? It wiped away the fear.
It's hard to accept that you are okay with letting us go.
I wanted to talk, to take things slow.
With time you'll erase me from your mind.
You will no longer care about this divide.
Think of us, think of all of that stuff.
You know why I'm hurting? Because it sucks to know that I gave it my all, and you didn't care enough.


Don't throw it around, it's not just a word.
Don't throw it around, to me that's absurd.
Don't throw it around when it has no meaning.
Don't throw it around to keep people dreaming.
Don't throw it around at the idea of somebody there.
Don't throw it around, it's too much for soulful people to bear.
Don't throw it around and then leave.
Don't throw it around, you just deceive.
I pray to whatever I believe in that's above, that somebody won't throw around the word I'm speaking of... love.

DUDE, that is an amazing poem. i can relate perfectly. your words are exactly what im feeling and going through. thank you so much and i feel for you. keep writing and dont let the anything take away your expressive spirit. be strong my friend and be true to yourself. take care...

I haven't read it all but I can have some related and it's so touchy, good work :-).

wow its a relay amazing poem

Very well written piece. I can relate to much of its content.

are these all separate poems or is it all just one poem

thumbs up - spoken from the bottom of your heart

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

This isn't break- up poetry...more along the lines of after he passed away....

Emptiness is a four letter word
It imprisons everything and nothing
It feels endless and finite
It consumes and eats away
until there is nothing left in your place

You wouldn't recongnise me now...
I'm not the me you loved
I'm not who I was when we once met
I'm now lost and isolated
forgotten amidst your memories

I'm drowning in sorrow that is no longer mine
it devours from the inside out
it ages what was once so young
it shreds to pieces
until sacrificed fragments have been obliterated

I find I'm perpetually trying to put myself back together
a puzzle with missing pieces
a broken keyboard with enter absent
a spilt glass of milk
no longer lamented but left behind

awesome poem..i just wanna give you a big hug and let you know everything is gonna be okay...great job

wow it's a very nice poem!

I can relate to much of its content.