Still… — A Heartbreak Poem About Lingering Love and Emotional Pain

Still...

 

You broke me,

not like glass shattering,

but like roots torn from the earth—

painful, slow,

leaving me hollow and bare.

 

Yet, even now,

I ache for you.

Your name is a hymn

I cannot stop singing,

your touch, a ghost

I still reach for in the dark.

 

I should hate you—

but how do you hate the sun

for burning,

when its warmth once felt

like everything?

 

Loving you is a wound

that refuses to heal,

and I carry it,

not because I want to,

but because it’s the last piece of you

I have left.

 

About This Poem — Still…

Some heartbreak doesn’t end when the relationship does.

Sometimes love remains long after trust is broken, long after the damage becomes impossible to ignore.

This poem came from thinking about emotional contradiction — the painful experience of still longing for someone who hurt you deeply. The way memory can hold onto warmth even after the fire has already burned everything down.

"Still…" is about attachment that refuses to disappear. The kind that lingers quietly beneath anger, beneath logic, beneath the understanding that healing should probably require letting go.

Some wounds close with time.
Others become part of who we are.

This poem lives in that second reality.