heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
And Then Some
I loved him fiercely, with every fiber of my being. He was my night and day, the electricity lighting up my dark skies. I loved him through every tear that fell, every smile that broke, every promise that evaporated quietly. Every love song was about him, every stolen moment will forever live inside of me. He is a missing puzzle piece, discarded somewhere underneath the couch, hiding. Without him something in me is incomplete. To say he changed me is such an injustice to his memory. Such a trivial word to describe his love. Because every skin cell on my body has been altered to feel more. To love more, to be more. He is my forever even though he is mine no more, and has never really been mine.
By Aili Barker8 years ago in Poets
Eulogy for Yesterday
This poem is not about you. It is not about the way the sunshine sparkles in your eyes. It is not about the velvety way you say things. It is absolutely not about the way it feels to have your hair curl around my finger as we lay beneath the stars. This poem is not a reflection of how you've changed my life completely, nor is it a constellation of confusing memories we've shared. It is not a poem of the way you stare. It is not a hopeful wish for our own fleeting story to continue. It is not a dark memory of your feeble attempts to scare me away, hidden somewhere in the back of my mind. This is not me yearning for our something to unbreak.
By Aili Barker8 years ago in Poets











