Tears On A Prayer Poem, by Plain_Jane, at My poetic side

And sometimes when I sit on my bed,

Tears on my clasped hands,

A prayer gasped out to anyone who will listen,

I miss you.

Missing is different than regretting.

I don't regret ending it,

But sometimes I miss it.

Your favorite song still makes me laugh,

Guitars make me sad,

I overthink table manners,

And god scares me to death.

I want to move on,

But you're rotting my heart,

Like mold that never quite goes away,

But you learn to ignore the smell eventually.

I hate these feelings,

Hate how horrifically human they make me.

Blame your god all you want,

But it dosent change the outcome.

I am still rotting,

You are still killing me,

And god is still god.

Comments +

sorenbarrett May 15th, 2026 06:46
A strong statement made here especially in the ending. Nicely done
Tristan Robert Lange May 15th, 2026 09:45
My friend, “Missing is different than regretting” is such a strong line. It immediately establishes the emotional complexity of the entire piece with brutal clarity. Fantastic work. Well done! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

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Tears On A Prayer