Love Hurts Poems | Examples of Love Hurts Poetry

I would have my moments, and so would you, but I would choose to spend every failing moment with you, I never liked my hands until you held them, I always hated my smile but it’s all o ever did when I was with you, I hated my hair but you loved it, I break eye...

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The girl who writes love poems Finally became the muse She was so wrapped up in her delusion She didn't see she was being used. She poured out her heart into stanzas and rhymes And basked in the warmth of his gaze Little did she know the time that she’d waste Would haunt her the rest of her days. Though she spent...

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I've always been afraid of deep water... So why did I believe it would make me stronger? Maybe I thought its beauty was sublime, But beauty can’t hold you afloat every time. I took a breath and went under, Trusting you through all the wonder. The waves pushed me towards you, A feeling so fresh and new. As I ventured into the deep...

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You’re gentle, judgemental, A freak in sheep’s disguise Yet in some ways you’re burdened by self sacrifice, You’re obsessive, compulsive, Afraid to let me go You’re afraid of what’s left of you, If you have not my hand to hold You know I love you, But it’s time to move on Take a fall, and crash out, if I’m wrong Be scared, I’ll hold you, If...

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We never walked down the isle in africa we never do when pocket light so we sat on plastic seats in the heat the tent tried and died in the steam sweat, hopes and hot tea We never walked down the isle but jus one job was to be in love , in respect, in you till...

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in a soft sigh or quiet curse a bubble of pain in the embers of a fading fire sparks of memory in the hollow of the chest echoes of love where the smile doesn't meet the eyes mania or melodrama ...

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I hate my low moments. Those moments when I try not to but my eyes find your name and my finger dial your number These days it never goes through anymore All I hear is a beep then a silence I will never fill with words I dont want you to pick up. I dont want your voice to warm...

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Come near do not take your gaze from mine The heavens have nothing on the stars of your eyes If you're willing take my hand. let our destinies entwine If not then fear not for your company will grant me respite A reprieve from the death of love unachieved The loss of my heart to an unassuming thief To be deprived...

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I. He lives inside me, not sleeping—just leaning against the dark rafters of my chest. A moss-backed troll I call him Atlas, though he looks more like the rock in his garden— He keeps a room beside the heart— spare bed, mildew in the corners, but the sheets stay stiff with cold. He’s always stationed between the valves and the ribs, elbows locked against my sternum, holding the...

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“Kiss me,” she says— her eye swollen, rimmed in red. “Hold me,” but not like that. Not with fear pressed into every rib. He doesn’t answer. Just slams the door. “He loves me,” she whispers to no one, eyes darkening with each retreating footstep. Years of apologies smear her reflection. Each bruise a disappearing act. “He’s just under stress,” she murmurs, twins curled at her breast like unanswered prayers. “I push him, really. He doesn’t mean...

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The morning sun is in the sky. The dog is in the yard. And I stand in the driveway With an aching in my heart. I’m watching all the people Driving down that highway. They’re all heading somewhere else While I am here to stay. I can feel that highway calling me ...

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I loved him I loved him with my whole soul I loved him I loved him until he became my blackhole He took and he took He took the color from my cheek He took the light from my eye He took my life until I became weak He took the color from my world He took the sun from my sky He took the...

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The fire’s down to embers and the candle’s burning low And I cannot remember when we stopped watching the show The morning’s coming quickly but we’ve still so far to go ‘Before we have to greet the early morning light. Maybe just another drink then we can call it a night. The bottle’s on the table but that’s halfway ‘cross...

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Inspired by Black Hole Love (Max Frost) ************************************************************** I Shall Ever Be Who I Am ...

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THeir plan - in each oriface pour some Vaseline, KY and more... with rings of the bell they both had to yell, "Too greasy to open the door."...

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