Dead-End Dreams

A poem of accepting the loss of love.

Shutting down

​. ​

I'm empty

​--

withering within emotional starvation.

​The anticipation of you

is anticipation of a memory

​.
​

​Hope looks only forward, not behind.
"Miss you"s lose meaning

​​

through repetition,

​as "Love you"s pool up
in stagnant, lukewarm silence.

​You are the ​

part of me

​that's ​

grow​n​ cold--

​but a part of me still,
like a phantom limb.
I reach out to you across the miles;
the

​harder and ​

farther I reach,
the less I

 seem to find.

I need you like I need my skin

​;​

I rely on you like my left foot;​

​There is no air anywhere.​

​What made you pass on the best of me

​​

while using up the rest of me

​?​

Darkness creeps inward

​

through the cracks in my confidence

​and shards of my heart.

I just want to sleep,

but my eyelids rebel,

too busy raining loss

and shedding dead-end dreams.

Reviews

[Ashira Macy]

This is just about the epitome of how I have been feeling for the last month. A love that is dead and you are better off without, but still you feel for that person out of habit and fear of being left alone. Amazing write my friend, this is so gorgeous.

[Limitality]

The depth of this poem is amazing, I can feel it 100%. As if I was the one feeling the emotion behind it, this is absolutely, devastatingly beautiful.

[Tricia Pattinson]

Your imagery is livid and your grief expressed done so creatively. A beautiful piece of art.

[Taurean X Hunter]

Wow, this was really deep. I can relate to this poem. Nothing hurts more than a broken heart.