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Ceryn Oct 2015
But if in separation,
you find yourself much stronger
than you've been with him,
separate.

It may not be a wise decision
to ruin your make up
for someone who
ruined your heart
ruthlessly.

But it would be so much wiser
to still go on with your life
so flawlessly
confidently
genuinely
happy.

For he may not be the one,
but know that
he is surely not a loss
when you finally come to realize
that he's gone.
I am thankful for the memories.
But I am even more thankful for the 'goodbye'.
It was a happy one.
But not the one that I've been dreaming of.
Good bye, my friend.
And be happy with your new one...
Ceryn Jul 2015
Our hearts, they're magnets,
we're both stuck at each other's warmth.
Our eyes speak louder,
as we see each other through and through.
Our lips, half-open,
expressing love in no disguise.
Our hands feel warmer,
when you grab mine, just squeeze it tighter.

Your smile, a remedy,
They make things right, so fine and tender.
Your words, comforting,
I know you're not gon' make me feel lonely.
Your voice, my weakness,
It sounds so deep, but still so ****.
Your laugh, my happiness,
I got the right one by my side.

You're being the man I want the most,
Your touch, your glances, the lust in your words,
My weakest point, your strength and passion,
Letting you in was my own decision.

I lay you my trust, make me feel no doubt,
I'd be giving out a love that'd tell you what it's all about,
Stuck in love at each other's stare,
There's no other feeling that I can compare,

Give me a love that's true and purest
I'll give you a kind like it's my very first time,
Show me your soul, your mind, your deepest
And let me tell you that you're mine.

You know my secrets, my shivers, my wishes
But you don't know you're one of them,
You are my all, my sparks, my sunshine,
You are a treasure, my dearest valentine.
Bits of corn all around, all around.
Ceryn Jul 2015
I wanted to write this poem for you
To tell you how much you hurt me
When you left me alone with my fears.
It was when I needed you most
It was when I needed your words
It was when I needed your love
'Cause in my other world
I was about to give it all up
My life was such great mess
I've even got a sin to confess
For days, I was so depressed
And I needed you.
Your warmth,
Your care,
Your presence,
Your love.
But at a single mistake
You turned your back
Without a warn.
So I had to face my struggles alone,
I had to wipe my tears alone,
I had to scream and cry alone,
'Cause you were no longer there.
You were never there.
All I needed was you,
but I no longer felt your care.
Guess I should now be aware
You're not my hero anymore.
Sad to admit, but I should know
You're not my hero anymore . . .
At a random moment, when there's nothing left but your immense urge to let your darkest emotions out of your weary soul, you don't really write a poem. You write a curse that kills you even more, when there's no one around to take your hand when things begin to shatter before your eyes, and you're about to take that desperate fall.

And for that one person . . .

Nevertheless, I thank the heavens that you still came my way.
Ceryn May 2015
Stay up late,

can he do something about it--
when your tears roll like a stream on your weary surface?
If there is some sense in holding on to such feeling,
would it be much fairer to watch yourself still living?

Love can be lovely; love can be fine
But love is not love when it lets you just die.
Hearts deserve better than longing for a love
that never lasts a day without making you cry hard.

You think you're all alone; they're cautious of your smile.
You get a piece of hell that burns worse than any fire
but what else could cut deeper
than such pathetic desire?
Have you done something wrong?
Have you done things so right?
You can't think straight now; hope's just out of sight.

Was there some 'he' to make you feel alright?
Was there that touch that made each spark bright?
Was there anything else there that'd make you feel
that falling in love now could finally be right?

Pain was quick; hitting us through and through.
Recovery, so elusive; we end up without a clue.
How do we stop the cycle of breaking innocent hearts?

Can we, for once, be wrong for what feels so right?
Can I be wrong with you even when things won't ever be right?
I need some storm to shake my soul.
Ceryn Apr 2015
There was a time
when I thought that
to avoid you
would be
the cure.

Now, I long
to go back to
the time when I was
**** sick


at least,
I was alive.
Ceryn Apr 2015
How would I know
if the time is just right
for flowers to bloom in mid-June
for the rivers to flow in quietude
for the skies to break a brand new dawn
for the night to grow with our souls in solitude?

How would I know
if emotions have not come rushing about
like a raging storm when December comes
or like the rustling of leaves against a dry ground
or like the whooshing of wind from the Northern part,
if we are lured, off-guard, by the sound of love?

How I would I know
if destiny had made it right
for love to grow between us like sparks in the sky
for our weary hearts to dance in misty paradise
for our hands to lock as we watch our eyes smile
and to think of us together like it ain't a crime?

How would I know
when it's time to wake up from a dream,
more like a nightmare when I know you're near
but seemingly like a million miles away from here,
when all my life, I've waited for you to come
only to know that you won't hang around?

Your love could be that strong, but I'm at my weakest now
I might have fallen hard, but there are some things we don't allow
Love may be the weapon when hope is out of sight
But love isn't enough when we both know it isn't right.
Love could set us free, but destiny has put the bounds
Forever is but a wish, in our dreams it forever resounds.

*You know I can't love you, when you belong to someone else now.
There's more to life than losing ourselves in pushing a love that's not right.
Ceryn Mar 2015
There's so much a heart can hold,
but there's only so much it can take.
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