The first man who broke my heart wasn’t the boy with whom I’d play— not the one who built with Legos on my bedroom floor all day. The first man who br...Read more
Blackheart poetry

Bleeding ink from a black heart đź–¤ | Poetry that speaks the unsaid | Feel every word.
First Post, Super Fan
Have you ever felt like you're different? So different that it almost seems wrong You always have to put on a mask Perform and be accepted Or B...Read more
I laughed today instead of crying, But tomorrow, I may cry instead of laughing. Today's mistakes don't have to be tomorrow's, But tomorrow shouldn...Read more
Ah, to this land of the monsoon, where unrelenting sunny spells reign Yet for frozen land tourists, a tropical warm boon. Where bullock carts, stra...Read more
More sweeter than most sweet, tender fire, Fills me, apprising the flower that's near, Only love is what my innards conspire, To do with you, my amate...Read more
My smile hides my tears. My laugh hides my screams. It's been this way for years. Things aren't as they seem. I always seem so happy With not a care ...Read more
I couldn’t stay still — my hands keep fidgeting, awkwardness spilling. It’s hard to walk when the floor keeps rumbling; hard to act normal when my he...Read more
I fell for you so hard the earth shook, I fell for you so hard I held nothing back, Not even the fears I admit to myself in the dark, I fell for you s...Read more
Just listen closely So, the moonlight may sparkle in your eyes Silence may fade from your lips And joy may shine in your nights Just listen closely So...Read more
I will be your oscine that sweetly sings, And you will cherish the sweetness in me, And I am the songbird that softly brings, The gentlest enamorednes...Read more
Blooming are the fair flowers, Savoring their dulcet aroma, Sweet rosebuds are flowering, Bleating with joy is my good spirit, Fire fills this rose's ...Read more
I do not compare myself to others, For I know my parents did the best, They loved me with all their hearts, And gave me all that they possessed. Thei...Read more
I suppose I love my scars because they have stayed with me longer than most people have. ~ Nikita Gill
The battle inside me There’s a war in my chest I never asked to fight, No sword, no armor — just a heart that won’t quit at night. It beats through...Read more
o’ writer how does it feel to hear your words from lips foreign to yours, for a tongue new to the taste of you— at y...Read more
This morning, I longed for your eyes And I grieved So, I wrote a love poem On a canvas that resembles your smile You are the dawn, That gladdens the h...Read more
There's an open door, It's a door to the future, I don't want to go through it, You're not beside me, Your supposed to be, I don't want a future where...Read more
your scent is as poetic as autumn rain fascinating every lonely heart in the world and making me to lost my mind
I envy those whose hands can hold beauty— within, and with them— how it stays, how it glows for them. Once, I held a Sun in my hands— radiant, alive,...Read more