Teodora is a bilingual writer. She is the author of two books, a poetry volume and a collection of short stories.
Healing Your Broken Heart With Poetry
Sometimes, when it’s raining, our broken heart feels a bit lighter. It’s as though the sky was crying for us, washing away our pain. We, writers, often find comfort in poetry. And what is poetry? A few well-crafted lines waltzing together across the intricate corridors of our mind... Words standing next to each other in a unique manner, like children playing a secret game.
I, like many of you, have been broken-hearted. I discovered that writing poems can be therapeutic. In my darkest times, I went back to them. As it turned out, all those tears that had been building up inside of me were finally released. The magic of words never ceases to amaze me.
Here are 10 sad love poems that I wrote inspired by some of my deepest emotions:
1. The Man Who Did Not Stay
Autumn is rising
from the ashes of our summer romance.
I pick up the shadows of your steps
and place them on my pillow
just to hear you leave one more time.
Our first kiss clung to my lips and wouldn’t let go
no matter how hard I tried to shake it off.
And how about that bruise I got after the truth of our inadequacies hit me,
our shadows fighting on a wall next to a photo of my parents’ wedding day,
and the grin that nestled in your face
upon becoming aware of time’s inability to revive passion?
Like the crease in your forehead when you caught a glimpse of the future
hiding in a corner of my eye
and our laughter the day we missed the bus on purpose
so that we could invent new ways to be happy on a Sunday afternoon;
my back arching as our bodies became a totem of faces, quivers and limbs
and the sound of the door closing after you remembered
there was somewhere else you would rather be.
When the light of regret dawns on me
I will take shelter behind the shadows of your kiss
tucked between the idea of you and my former innocence
holding my breath
so as to avoid drawing in the past.
4. Improbable Lovers
I put my arms around you
you crumble like a ghost
ghost of vain illusions
illusions which you host.
You kiss my naked shadow
shadow of a dream
dream of twining fingers
fingers that redeem.
There’s so much, yet so little
little did we know
know of love and longing
longing, letting go...
5. It Was Late When I Dreamt About Your Return
I stole your footsteps when you closed the door behind you
I made a map out of them;
with it, I found my way to you
at the crossroads between no and maybe.
On your eyelashes sleep snuggles like a cat.
Sometimes I pinch you by the thinnest dream
I call you - from between my lips black butterflies fly off.
You want to hug me with two paper arms
but your body trickles through my fingers.
How sad, says the voice that should have been mine.
You wake up and you wonder whether
you have left a door open.
6. Not Drowning, but Waving
I dreamt I was a mermaid
I’d lost my tail in the depths of the ocean.
I was half the girl I used to be
but I knew he was listening Above
whispering my name like a Tibetan monk
his feet sunk in the sand,
his cheeks – two thirsty deserts.
If only I had my beautiful tail
I could swim back to him
to the shore
we’d metamorphose into a totem
made of fish, limbs and spirit
intertwined at the crossroads between death and rebirth
defying individuality with an embrace.
I wasn’t drowning but waving
until my hand turned to foam
and I became as deep as the ocean.
on a scorching summer day
when he kissed my waves.
7. Fatal Fling
I wish to undesire you.
If I were to unwish my desire
I’d fall so deeply in love with you
that the depth of my fall
would dig an abyss in my soul
you’d trample my innocence
I’m knitting a scarf from your silence
Maybe if I wrap it around your neck
your unspoken words will crawl up to my lips
and make their escape.
My questions flew towards you
like stranded seagulls looking for a shore to call home
but they never came back
never made love to your answers as I’d hoped
never gave birth to a new meaning of life.
Our destinies almost touched
when your galaxy decided to lend me a star
to guide me on my journey.
I put it in a pocket next to my heart
then reached for another one.
Too bad, you murmured (or so I thought)
then migrated to another universe.
When you left it suddenly fell dark
somewhere in my chest.
© 2021 Teodora Gheorghe