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Cherrypie
Cherrypie
35/F/Indianapolis I've recently seen the sea and my deepest fears were confirmed
I found comfort in your arms. I found security in your hands. I found love in your eyes. I found kindness in your heart. I found intelligence in your words. I found adventure in your mind. I found persistence I found relief I found fun I found sweetness Softness Motivation Creativity Wonder Compassion Thoughtfulness You found the bottom of the bottle over and over and all was lost
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
clink
You couldn't handle my need for order for safety for security so I went with you, into your chaotic world I was scared, but I trusted you. You said you would be by my side We would be together Happy Again. but once I was out of my element you dissipated into the noise and        left              me                    stuck You said you would be back and that I'll be safe I haven't had a thought to myself without the noise of the world The humming the the buzzing the the the YELLING But I waited for you to return for good I waited for you I waited I waited for so long. You wouldn't stick around, but left me with empty promises of it Every time I want to go back, you show your face again and         give                  me                         hope Hope that you would return for good so I'll feel safe, again. I'm sorry dear, but it got too much. You can keep your chaos, if that's what makes you happy but I still don't feel safe and I still hear the noise and I still have hope
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Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
bzzzzzzz
I helped you You told me you're here too I don't help for personal gain but I'm hurting. I'm hurting. Please return the favor. Please stop telling me to not be selfish. All I asked was for some help. I've listened to you talk about what's ailing you I've helped you through it You promised! You promised you would be there for me! But now that it's not about you, you don't care You give me half hearted advice and change the subject to yourself How you're hurting more, or how I'm too weak because you're hurting more and you're better than me so I put my pain aside so you'll feel better for awhile
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC
return
Drunken tears with lonely fears have felled upon my shoulder I give you the means, the knowledge, the support to prevent the weekly trend Yet it always comes down to you wanting to molder Which is actually funny, in a not so funny way You want to break the mold You want to be known as bold You figure you'll be young forever Nothing will catch up Until you're fitting another mold, one you didn't expect Before you break the societal mold, you have to break your own
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
Break the mold
You compared yourself to a bird and me a cage I hold you back "Don't leave, don't leave You need not be free I don't want to risk losing you So stay here, please sing with me" except You are not a bird, and I am not a cage I was your blanket on a cold night I was the cast on your broken leg I was the home cooked meal after months away from home Just because I limited, held you back, because I put the cork in your wine bottle after a glass too many After days of intoxication I asked you to consider kindness when you wanted vengeance After a brief altercation I pushed you to rest after days and days of exhaustion After you snapped with agitation I pull you away from self destruction, quiet enemies that bring corruption You don't want care, you want an accomplice. You don't want change on your own terms You don't want change at all The caged bird does not sing So what's your excuse?
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
The caged bird heals, at least
On a summer night so clear I asked how much you hold me dear You took my hand and got some sand In a solo cup bright red "Count every single grain" you said I did. I counted every grain, which took all day and night. I counted them all and you were gone It turns out, a cup of sand is not a lot Even if there were many little pieces Love cannot be measured To measure it would be a distraction.
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 11:38 PM UTC
Grains
We were dancing in perfect sync We had an impeccable routine We were perfect I saw it You saw it Until I wasn't perfect You wanted the same steps with someone else You took my feet with you
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Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
Simple Steps