This is so true. Amazing clarity in describing this madness that happens in a break up. Went through one myself many years ago that left me broken for years. Than the next good relationship I had I treated her like she wasn't important and than made her leave even though I did love her. It was unfair for her for me to unintentionally break her like I was broken. Listen to a song called pain killers by Bryan Fallon.
Powerful imagery. I really enjoyed this. It does show pain that can only be written about like this after going through it. This isn't something people can pretend to know. Great job with it.
This is fantastic. I too have gone through something similar. In a literal hour my life changed. I use poetry to expel the demons and you should keep at it. You have a way with words and hopefully it will help in the long run.
Deeply beautiful. Loss due to circumstance and choices made. Love concurs all excpet pride. Written with love and sorrow. Which tend to be linked like hearts in this.
This is beautiful. Shows the love and it seems that something happened to hurt the other wirhout meaning too. Which we all do. This told a story that I feel deeply. I miss my soul mate daily. With a pain I cannot express in words deep enough. God bless. I hope that happiness in its strongest form can reach you.
This poem really hits home for me. Love lost and replaced. Though the replacement offered something more it sadly does not live up to the task. Beautiful.
Power imagery. Feels like a love of your past you are forced to watch as she is with someone who you feel is not good enough. I like it and can relate.
Simple and elegant. You write so candid about death and the stone that marks our last bed. That is the interpretation I held.
It flows. It has impact. Reminds us through the shortness of your words how fleeting life can be, and while fleeting or short large impacts can be made. Well done.
Wow. This is beautiful. Reading it reminds me of my own view on things left to wilt in the past. Also as to what I sometimes wish the lost in my life may feel from time to time. Knowing they felt this means I was something. I wasnt a shrug when my name passes their lips if it ever does. If this were their thoughts I was more than a shrug I was a tear lost. A breath that escaped. Like they are for me. This is an awareness of the heart, the past and the shadow of a possibility. Extremly well done.
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