As I lay here in my bed
I rethink every word you ever said
Trying to see where I fell for you
Where I lost you
And where my heart broke in two
What’s the use in giving you my heart
if you don’t even notice when were apart?
-2009
As I lay here in my bed
I rethink every word you ever said
Trying to see where I fell for you
Where I lost you
And where my heart broke in two
What’s the use in giving you my heart
if you don’t even notice when were apart?
-2009
I can relate!
Heartbreak at least you where able to love someone.
So awesome! You got some great talent!
Lovely poem, so bitter. ❤
Wonderfully poignant, I loved the title!
Some things never change. You’ve captured the timeless destitute that results from love gone wrong throughout the ages. I’m 56 and I still can recall those moments described in your words. Beautiful work.
I don’t have any personal experience with heartbreak born from the loss of reciprocated love, but I have seen it and through my (damningly overwhelming) sense of empathy, I have felt it through observing others.
I am stunned by the power contained in so few written words. It makes me wonder why my poetry is often several pages long. Am I being longwinded or is it truly necessary for the narrative of my stories told in verse?
This poem is a story all its own, and it needs precious little space to unfurl. Truly remarkable.