Happy 26th day of poetry month! Don’t forget, tomorrow is Poem in Your Pocket Day. Visit Poets.org, download the PDF of poems, and pick one to share tomorrow.
Today’s poem is something we’ve all gone through. Seeing the guy/girl you like with someone else. Or the guy/girl you’ve broken up with, quickly moving on to someone else.
In Memoriam 27, Alfred Lord Tennyson ends his poem with these four lines/final stanza:
I hold it true, whate’er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
‘Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
Yeah, I believe he failed to fully mention in depth how lost love is equivocal to having your heart crushed to ash. Your body run over and dragged for miles. Literally, not just figuratively, breaking down. And without the physical scars to show for it. But oh, there are scars.
In today’s poem, Sierra DeMulder paints the picture of heartache we all must feel when it comes to lost love. I especially love this line from her poem:
You are a souvenir shop
The Unrequited Love Poem