The HeartbreakerA Poem by MachinaWriterA poem about losing someone you love...They say, To have loved and lost Is better, -than to have never loved at all. But there’s a reason, -it’s in love you “fall”. Because when it ends, -you’ll never rise. When your heart is broken, -the rest of you dies. Hollow, abandoned. A shell of a man, -left where you were standin’. Love is purpose. Without it, -your life is worthless. No reason to move, -no reason to wake. When you come to learn, -that love was fake. And the passion that burned, -was your own fiery lake. Your own apocalypse, -was built upon a liar’s lips. That once you kissed, -but now is missed. Those words of love, -was a whispered fist. I never asked you to stop the storm. I never asked you to make winter warm. I never asked you to make mountains rise. To hold your breath, -til the Nile dries. To build a spaceship, -and steal the sun. Because let’s face it, -it’d never be done. Because simple things, -like seeing me. Like answering the phone, -when you hear it ring. Like kissing me, -when you know it brings, Me happiness, -it will never be. So asking for a visit, Is like being in a storm, -and asking you to rid it. And getting you to call, Is as likely, -as Spring Break in Fall. And a kiss from you? Well, I’m working on a spaceship, -it’ll be done before I get that, too. And the fucked up thing? Somehow, I still can’t hate her. She’s still the girl I love, -but now she’s also the heartbreaker. So, if you decide to call, -I'll be beside the phone. And if you decide to come see me, -my heart is always your home. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on October 29, 2012 Last Updated on October 29, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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