I call, but it goes to voicemail.
I yell, but I’m in the valley.
I run to knock on your door,
But you never answer.
I begged, I cried.
I was ashamed of myself.
The weather was cold—
Ice, snow, and wind.
My lips cracked with every breath, splitting into a bleed.
My tears meant nothing, nor did my blood.
I had hoped you received my letters,
But you burned them
While they were still sealed shut.
My “I love yous” meant nothing—
Nor the hugs, gifts, or blessings.
I knocked once more,
But you never answered the door.
So as the snow buried me
And my eyes froze shut from constant tears,
My heart broke and failed—
Leaving me a frozen soul,
A departed mind,
And a lost body.
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Author:
Violet_Writes (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm not really sure about this little write. I wrote it around midnight when my mind was shutting down, but for some reason I still find it something to me, and there is no harm in sharing, so I hope to find something in it as well.
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Comments2
I hear in this poem the song of a defeated warrior of love. Knowing this it becomes a funeral dirge. Nicely written
'' I love yous " ? A kind of multipolar love !
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