Poems on Heartbreak - Blackout Poetry Notes

Predicted

You could have predicted
what happened next - 
I shouldn't listen to all that
fairy-tale crap.

You threw me away,
I loved you to the point
of distraction.
More than anything,
imagine that.
We were so intimate
I could puke.

I think I just
stopped living. I thought,
I'm not worth anything
and my heart, it's still broke.

Humanness itself
is sometimes pain.

This is what I wanted
but somehow,
I'm afraid I'm paralyzed by fear
that I let myself believe
love has won.

I will
preserve this revenge
for you,
to aid the monster that
possessed me.

I remember what happened
after I lost 
my love,
my life of dark winter
without passion or depth
fizzled out
drifting me in black mood.

My veins of ice
and such chilliness
does not alarm me.
I require to be alone.

Vengeance burned
within me, and pursued the
desire of my soul.

Passionate jealousy
points us to brood in
heartbreak.