A rant


My blood has frozen, and my body has shut.

But it doesn’t pain me like your words.

I miss your touch, but never your ego rush.

I remember the late nights me drowned in your starry eyes,

They remind me of the lakes, a place we could never relate.

Don’t know about your days, don’t know about your nights,

I sure as hell do miss the fights.

You said I gave you the ick, how could you be such a prick?


You remind me of storms and the dark nights, crying alone in my bedroom all the time.

There's nothing to fight cause you're all right.

I really tried to save this dying day,

but you stopped to care and pray.

This feels like a rant instead of a poem,

Nothing about life feels so wholesome.



Nobody knows about my dark nights I’ll never let them know all our tricky fights.

  • Author: mirrorball (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 22nd, 2024 03:54
  • Comment from author about the poem: AH??? this is so impromptu but I'm only doing this to feel productive and little bit happy. thank you for reading!!!
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 15
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  • Teddy.15

    This is love, even when it hurts. Good for you for creating something that makes you feel better. That's self-love. 🌹

    • mirrorball

      Omg! thank you so much. im glad u commented

    • Mason Vollman

      Beautiful but sad, nice poem mirror. Love the way the words just fit so perfectly together and it sounds soo good.

      • mirrorball

        this means a lot to me. thankyou so much!!!!

      • Lil

        The words... Fit it all fits its amazing how one little thing can lead to all of this. I love the effort the pain just all of it. Keep it up plz!!!

        • mirrorball

          THANK YOU!!! this made my day. I'm so glad you feel the pain behind it

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