Morebash & Misery
I keep hearing that a good story can turn a heartbreak into art—got any heartbreak poems you want to spill?
In the hush of a broken promise I carved a sigh,
a quiet echo that turned into ink,
tasting the bitter sweetness of our last night,
a candle burned low with our shared shadows.
It was a hollow song that played in my lonely room,
the kind that still whispers when the sun hides.