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I am not a poet, just a girl who thrives on her loneliness.
i want to be your saturday morning coffee
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Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
saturday moring
every touch was a taunt your hand behind your back palm up, touching touching her hand, her back, her hair i tried to look away but i couldn't help it i am drawn to you       like a moth to light       like black & white there is no grey in what i feel for you
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Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
taunt
foggy concert lights echoed euphoria dancing alone dancing with him in my mind, we were one in that moment so far apart, yet so close a distant day dream a dream we were at that concert together, swaying to the melody, grasping on to each word like they meant something like i meant something like i could ever mean anything to him
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Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 12:43 AM UTC
alt version
The fog in the lights echoed euphoria You, dancing to the beat of the drum in an open space Me, wanting to dance within your space Sway to the melody with your hand in mine With your hand on my waist, With your hand in the air singing along to every word If I closed my eyes it’s like we were You, standing there a few inches away Me, wanting so badly to grab your waist, your hand and sing along to every word
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Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 12:33 AM UTC
dance within your space
Growing up your parents always made sure you knew that they loved you. Mom would walk up the stairs and say, “ Goodnight, i love you” and you would respond, “love you more” and a fight about who could possibly love the other more would endure. These days, I know she loves me, but its not said as much. We don't fight about who says "i love you more" last. She doesn't know me as well as she used to. She doesn't see what I’m going through. She’s blinded by the fact that she "loves me to the moon and back " and she feels like that should be enough..
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May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 12:51 PM UTC
to the moon & back
I can't remember the exact words you uttered into my ear that night on the phone. All I remember is the feeling i got, i was giddy. I think you said, “my birthday wish is for you to get here now” but i also think maybe you said “yall” and i just hoped you meant me..
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
I Wish It Was Me
I’m scared that I’ll let you down That I won’t be what you need me to be I won’t be what you think I am I’m scared that I could never be fully vulnerable with you, emotionally or intimately So, I’ll take my cowardly heart and save you from the heartbreak that is bound to come out of this
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
I like you, but I’m scared
Love Love-less- lacking love in both the secular and the divine way Love- who needs it Love- who craves it Love- who poured her heart out on the side of the road Love- who mustered up the courage to say how she felt Love- who, despite what her so called friends would think, fell for you Love- who cries at night just thinking about all the opportunities she had Love
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Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
Love-less
Wanting you would be a death wish but I'd cross the river styx and look the devil in the eyes just to know your every thought...
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
The River Styx
Maybe I trusted the moon too much. She always made me believe things were gonna be okay. But she spends her whole life chasing the sun, she can’t know what true love means.
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 1:14 AM UTC
The Moon