Quettevio
Quettevio
Mar 15

my kind of guy is quiet, sort of,
my kind of guy wears long-sleeve striped shirt,
my kind of guy has voice so warm and encouraging it makes me feel brave,
my kind of guy listens to ed sheeran and sam smith and knows i love kelly clarkson,
my kind of guy wears black shoes on daily basis like a charm,
my kind of guy gives me a bottle of water when i was dehydrated without i even realized,
my kind of guy saves the hardest thing for himself,
my kind of guy sacrifices his own freedom for a friend,
my kind of guy is ambitiously calming,
my kind of guy babbles non-sense and laughs at his own jokes,
my kind of guy receives a scholarship and is an internal field coordinator at student council,
my kind of guy loves to listen to people like it's the bestest thing to do,
my kind of guy has the kindest eyes and smile so endearing, the kind of smile that doesn't take away your breath but grows the even bigger smile on your face,


my kind of guy is him,
my kind of guy is the kind of guy
i don't deserve.

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Used to be that one friend
The one you'll look up to
Whenever you need a safe space
I know everything about you

But that was before
Before you leave me like a fool
I'm not here for the part two
Just to stand for the truth

Am I hurting?
This is something I used to
Am I immune?
Yes to the pain from people like you

‪Living with the heartbreak, the one to blame
Left behind far away, no one remembers her name
Only will be heard when she's left this place

This is something I used to;




being used.

-n.y

I'm used to it.
Afiqah
Afiqah
Mar 9

I took an unfamiliar trip
way down under to bendemeer st. today
which later,
got me slowly stirred by
one of my old dreams
that strangely took place right there
the tellings of it all says,
they’re probably a small visual part of our future
likewise
it’s unusually kind of erratic at how
wicked my brain could keep such delusions
and I could bloody swore I wasn’t
wildly straying off in that foreign place alone since
it now seems to have you,
as well

-a.

Afiqah
Afiqah
Mar 8

I like to believe that
no matter how
fearfully replaceable things could be,
this almost heart had once held
little storms weighed under thunders in your veins
to let us grow and toss away
those days we overly sanked
from old wounds and turned turtle
us
was the most beautiful things I've ever
taken an oath to and yet,  
it's pretty wild
to be the strange, selfless one
to unforget such love

-a.

My forgiving bones
yearn to be
shattered.

My tattered heart
aches to be
broken.

Frozen quakes ripple
across a charred body
that never should have been
chosen.

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Afiqah
Afiqah
Mar 5

I shifted my bed
to the side of the window
and began to hold my heart subtly
in a fist, once night falls
supposing,
I could cite and pore over
to the sound of dusk
everything else became somewhat gawky
the minute
I witnessed all these meant
I need to replace the daisies draping
over the lace curtains
to forget-me-nots then perhaps,
this almost heart would sigh
a little less bluely

-a.

Afiqah
Afiqah
Mar 3

sometimes I wish
he'd take back those days
he let the cold night shivers run through,
plastered to her skin
before he settles
to seal his cold heart in back again
it's rather quite undeniably true
what they say about how
the monsters are constantly living
the closest to you
when the fear of it comes in rows
just before the split of comfort breaks,
it sure is hell-fire

-a.

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Afiqah
Afiqah
Mar 2

it has probably
inhabit over many moons
and sat through folds of numbness
as another day cyclically flows by
if only
unfeeling the wraps
could be a little less sore so it'd be easier to
unblind the 'better' of nights turned ugly
instead
but how are you to know
when it was nothing but only your darkness
that excites me most

-a.

Afiqah
Afiqah
Mar 1

sometimes
this almost heart would place such
a huge will over the rarity sound of love
that falls on her ledge
ever since
how does one tries to keep
the little shards from biting itself off
unsoothingly of its own name
was a question
she had worn, deathly still,
on her lips

-a.

Afiqah
Afiqah
Feb 27

she never knew, before
that she had words invisibly
stringing around you
while she sat at bar looking over to your side
unknowingly
catching little glimpses of what it's like
to hide beneath your heart's embrace
and live entirely in it
yet above all else,
she frequently softly wonders,
"will tomorrow be as happy as today?"

-a.

 
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