the hole in my chest

i placed my heart into your hands, 

the hands i thought i knew so well. 

you forgot to give it back when you left.

now he is sitting here, 

begging me for my heart.

how am i supposed to tell

him that

i do not have it anymore?

Author's Note

I am sorry if this is not any good but my thoughts are too messy to stay in my head

Reviews

[WeLand]

This s**t dope! It represents a heartless and shielded character you become after being heartbroken by someone you loved. I'm used to these kind of situations from more of a savage approach (you know, calling b*****s and hoes. "He aint s**t!"). I'm just saying this was actually soul touching and I respect it.

[M]

hahahaha thank you!!

[fergul]

Your thoughts. The poetry will then become better if you think about what you write, rather than just let thoughts unravel.

I like it when poets improve over time, it makes the reading all the better.

[fergul]

Unmess them then. Poetry don't necessarily need to be uplifting, but it deserves better than this.

fergul.

[M]

what do you mean by unmess?

[Pete]

You like to write about the pain of losing people you loved. Very sincere emotion flows through. Nice job.

[M]

thank you so much

[Samuel Dickens]

Well, romance can cause anyone to have messy thoughts. You could write a book on it, in fact. In this poem, you convey your feelings very well.

[M]

thank you so so much

[Jordan Smith]

This poem is absolutely fantastic in my opinion!!! I'm huge into romance poems so this was right up my alley. I really love how you poured your heart out with as little words as possible. Great job with this one and keep up the great work :D

[M]

thank you jordan :)

[Jordan Smith]

Your Welcome Madeline :)

[charlie]

I agree with Relic: there's nothing wrong with this poem.

And there's nothing wrong with taking back your heart, either. Perhaps in time you will...

Thanks for sharing

[M]

thank you so much. i really hope so

[Emily]

Love that first line!
Keep it up!

[M]

thank you so much

[Relic]

There's nothing wrong with this poem. You convey your thoughts in a way all reading it can understand. In time, you can revise it if you wish. That's the advantage of writing poetry.

I can see the emptiness inside you. The vehement love that was once so steady and sure, now resides so far away and disconnected. We dream all our lives for love, but when it is available from the wrong person, there is no feeling, only a magnified look at our loss.