L. Cabajar: Poetry for Heartbreak
Upon writing my Secret to Forever article, my close friends congratulated me. Some even teased me, saying, “Where’s your article for single people? For broken-hearted ones?” WE NEED REPRESENTATION, TOO. Although I still encounter heartbreak and pain, I write about it in a different way. Because, in my opinion, heartbreak is less of a pain when expressed through poetry. There is just a certain level of beauty and appreciation when words resonate with your suffering. My advice to anyone experiencing loss and heartbreak is to use that pain. Use that pain as fuel to write. Turn your sadness into beautiful prose. Let your tears water a fountain of Rupi Kaur moments until you let go.
By writing and putting your feelings into poetry, you reflect on your emotions.
Your poems serve as a mirror that shows you the reflection of who you are currently, in your despair. They give you insight. Poetry gives you the power to explore the whys and hows. It gives you the strength to relinquish your pain and then vanquish it.
Some of the best poems are made by the saddest hearts.
Personally, I am more compelled to write sad poetry than happy ones. It’s just a more substantial feeling that is felt more intensely. Moreover, I also like editing my work with line art to give it that more poetic vibe. Whether you’re experiencing heartbreak from a breakup, a loss, or a personal struggle, write. It doesn’t have to be good. Just write from the heart, and the magic will happen from there. It doesn’t have to strictly follow any poetry codes and rules. Indeed, that’s the best thing about poetry- it’s freedom. You are free to experience and write about your pain, however way you want.
a poet needs a little heartache in order to bleed out words
and that’s the sad truth
the poems that we enjoy
come from the saddest hearts
more often than not
those beautiful words and metaphors
are born from cruel nights of pain and agony
of a catastrophic explosion of emotions
It’s okay to be sad. It’s okay. Remember that hurting is a part of loving. A life lived without love is life in vain.
Usually, the ones who hurt the most are the ones that loved the most. I don’t know who needs to hear this, but YOU ARE BRAVE. You loved, and you got hurt. Whether it’s hurt from your family, from your partner, your friends, or even from yourself, I’m proud of you. You cared enough to be broken. Take that pain and let it nourish you. It won’t forever define you- you are not your struggles. Write poetry about it, and who knows? You might be the next best-selling Lang Leav of our time!
P. S. Please encourage me to write a book too so my lazy ass can do so (1/2 jk).
