I fairly recently got dumped by a guy I truly loved, and I find poetry is a way of expressing my emotions. Apparently I have a talent for writing, so I find poetry is a good way of identifying the feelings I have, and decided to write some poems about the times me and my ex shared and about the way I felt about him.
Sorry they're long ^-^
Poem #1
It doesn't make a difference what you could ever say... even though I want to scream at you, you drive me insane, life without you wouldn't be life at all. A life without you would be death, you are my entire world. No, you are much more than that. Words cannot describe the way I feel about you. My very heart needs you. My skin aches for your touch. When you aren't with me, I am like a fallen star - I should be up with you, my sky, for I am out of place alone and away from you. I lost you once and it almost destroyed me. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't live, I couldn't be. It was like I had run out of batteries, and without your magical love to restore me I was done for. To be thrown on the heap, ignored for eternity. Just another statistic, a teen suicide to add to the number. A headline in the Sussex Express. All hope was lost, it was a despondent dawn for my life. But then, we were reunited, and I was whole once more. You are my other half, my soulmate. Without you, I am half a person. With you, I can rejoice in my wholeness, my happiness and the overwhelming love I feel for you. "I've never felt this way about anyone before" doesn't come close. No-one in the history of the universe has ever felt this way before. How could they? My heart is exploding with passion and love for you. Every second I am not with you I long to see, hear, touch, smell, taste you. Just be with you. It is as though I am burning, aching, ripping apart inside, by this terrible, beautiful, amazing love caging every part of me. My very essence belongs to you. Because, in case you didn't realise, I am completely and utterly in love with you, now and forevermore.
Poem #2
Would it make a difference if I told you that I love you? Because that is the truth. And no matter what, though I know you don't feel the same, it doesn't make it any less real. It still rips me up, cuts more than a knife. It is a pinprick in the dark, in the dead of night, when I think it's all over. But it's not. It doesn't lessen the pain that grips my heart every time I hear your name. It is a lonely silent assasin, Heartbreak, in the emptiness of being alone. And I think it must be all over soon. But it's not. I still cry each night, holding on to every memory so tight, hugging it and never letting go. It is a cold bright fluorescent light, the realisation hitting me hard in the face. It's got to be over soon! But it's not. And when I can't take it anymore, I try to carry on, try to hope. "It will be over soon." I tell myself. And you know what? I'm lying to myself. All I need is you to love me in return. But you don't... do you?
I've written a lot more but most of the others are terrible and/or naughty so I decided not to post them! I might post more at some point in time, but then again I might not bother. I'm like that you see.
Sorry for the depressing essay and stuff guys.
All my love,
Eleanor. Electric <3
