Heartbreak – Dayna Lang

Love is Home – A Poem

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 – A Poem

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 – A Poem”