She called them the sad days
The wasted days
Hated days
Moving on days
He called them the hard days
The bad days
Sad days
Moving on days
She blamed him
Bloody men
Mental torture
Good riddance
He blamed her
Bloody women
No respect
Goodbye
She wanted love
Commitment
Wanted him
Needed him
He needed love
Needed space
Needed time
Wanted her
She couldn’t move on
Wouldn’t move on
Hated time
Hated him
He drank the bar
Numbed the pain
Saw the train
No need to explain
She took the call
Final fall
Found the pills
Ended it all.
-
Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 17th, 2025 07:11
- Category: Sad
- Views: 27
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Priya Tomar, Poetic Licence
Offline)
Comments5
In short bites the poem is eaten and digested. Bit by bit differences are spit out and the commonalities outweighed by the dissimilarity tips the scale. A tragic read and uniquely presented. Loved it a fave
Love can be cruel.
Indeed it can the balance is that it hurts as much on the one side as it provides extasy on the other. You are most welcome
The end.
Short and sweet.
Short and sad .
A fave !
Love sure is hard work.
A tragic and sad tail but so well crafted and written, nicely done
Tough journey for some.
Wow. Well done
Love, what a journey.
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.