Heartaches By The Number

Inspired by lost loves and Guy Mitchell's Heartaches By The Number

My heart feels like it's made of stone,

But I still can feel the burn

Losing in this neverending battle

A game, I cannot win.

 

Heartaches by the number

Everytime I have something to give

They take it all away from me

And betray my heart in the end.

 

Reminiscing all the moments

As I wish upon falling stars

Wondering where have I failed

In each instance of failing love?

 

My heart moves on,

Searching for the embrace of another

Hopeful in each moment

That I won't have to search to far again.

 

But alas, there goes another...

More sorrow and loneliness lurks

In the darkest of my days, I live on

With my heartaches by the number.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the term."heartaches by the number." Pain of love lost is like a puzzle. Must be rebuilt and we must start a new journey. Great use of words making the point of this poem come across. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Priscilla Sayers]

Sorrow and yearning well portrayed in this piece. Tugs at the heart and makes one wish to ease your pain. A beautiful poem dear Anna Rose....

[newyearnorma]

i can really feel this poem

[Amila Jay]

Lovely write:)

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Great imagery! Heartache by the number! Perfect title that fit your words!

[Raven Starhawk]

The meaning of this piece is profound and settles deep within to move and stimulate this reader.

[KAREN]

Love the name, real strong poem. I think this poem hits home for us all for we all have heartaches by the number at some point in time.

[Brandi Nicole]

19 is such a beautiful and magical time.......it sounds to me that there have been far too many unjust heartaches in your life! i hope the upcoming year brings you nothing but sunny days and star-lit nights......and love!

oh, and i commend your writing. it is heartfelt and touching.

[Revery]

The older I get the more I am blown away at the subversiveness of alienation and separation and how relational reconciliation that is played out in story after story is more fantasy than reality. It is so hard to connect and stay connected with another. So many people live so shallowly and just cope. I refuse to live that way but live truthfully, unpretentiously, to love totally again each and every time because of who I am not who they are. Anna Rose, you are the same, be the passionate true person you are, for yourself most of all.

[TWISTED NIGHTMARE]

I really like the last stanza but the poem was beautiful and was very emotional...

[Wolfwind]

This brings to mind the image of a stone pathway high up in the clouds. Each cobbled stone has a number on it and I see that as a person is running down the path, stones keep falling out from the pathway and they are constantly in a state of tension and fear, as they are so desperately seeking to find numbered stones that will hold their heart.

Wonderful Imagery!
Aaron