Heartbreak – Dayna Lang

Love is Home

I used to dream aboutA partner messing upCrawling backAs a sign of their love.Of toxic, bold, fireAnd grand gesturesFrom a liar. But I don’t have those dreams anymore.My dreams are far quieter.I dream of warmth and kindnessAnd a home –I don’t need anger,or struggles, or fire.Love is an unlit pyre.

Closet Shelves

I sit in the room where it happened And I stare down the wall No photos left No paintings Just holes in the dry wall. I stare at empty closet shelves And try to wrack my brain There must be more To say or do There has to be a way. I wrote and wroteContinue reading “Closet Shelves”

The Wreckage

I’m in the wreckage And all it can do Is hurt me. I will go through And I’ll keep going. The world doesn’t stop spinning For one family’s shit. I am already diving – Finding treasure in the pit. It is glowing.

Heartbreak Smells Like Flowers

A screw can’t come lose Because I’m not a machine. But I always wake up tired – Headaches when You smile – Now I’m Scared I might get fired. Late for work – Inconsistent hours. This is what it’s like When heartbreak Smells like flowers.