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Apathy, heartbreak, Life, love, Poem, poems, Poetry, Relationships
Alcohol seeps
Into veins
Whisks away
All the pains
Eyes grow heavy
Senses numb
Emotions amplified
Teardrops come
Another shot
Another chaser
No simple way
To replace her
No more feelings
No longer care
Dead inside
Unaware
Unsteady and swaying
Apathy has spoken
Can no longer tell
Heart has been broken
:-/ Beautifully done on such a hard subject – you brought it to life; I know it brought back memories of broken hearts i’ve had in the past, and I’m sure it will for anyone else who reads this as well.
Thanks, DJ.
The heart can be so stubborn, confusing us with it’s feelings… I have written about love my whole life, it still confuses me, probably always will. ~J
Yeah, what a dumb thing, love.
I can’t press like to your pain. The heart or the head? What to do?
Hell if I know.
I don’t like your pain, but your words are beautiful. I am constantly in awe. You have a gift.
Thank you, Steph.
The Like isn’t for your pain, it’s for your way with words. It’s beautiful.
Thank you, NBG.
This is beautiful Twin. I always imagined a broken heart on the ground, surrounded by all the memories inside. The trick is, getting it back together and leaving the crap on the floor.
Nope. A broken heart is missing the person you love and wondering where it all went wrong.
And still we keep lining up for another go, just in case the heart wasn’t broken enough the first time. Shit, now I am feeling all melancholy like. Loved the poem!
Yeah, makes you feel dumb, doesn’t it? It makes me feel dumb…
So much pain in your words. The like wasn’t for your heartache, it was for your courage to express it.
I don’t know that it was courageous, it was just venting.
It’s certainly courageous not to keep it bottled up.
This is an empathy “like” for the written words, not the situation.
Thank you.
*tears*
{hugs}
Thanks, Melanie.
Wow. This one made me re-feel all those feelings from the past. You capture it perfectly, brother.
Thank you, madame.
Well written, man. Venting or courageously sharing your thoughts, thanks for sharing this.
Thank you. And thanks for reading.
Thanks for being someone worth reading.
Wow. Thanks again.
The only time I drank away sorrow for a loss was when I lost my radio job. I promptly went to a bar when it opened (who does that?) and drank myself stupid. Nobody knows that until now. Great poem.
I’ve had to do it often recently…