Three words have never meant so much-
I want you
Three words have never been so powerful-
I love you
Three words have never hurt so bad-
I loved you
Three words have never ruined so much-
I hate you
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
A constant fight with my heart and soul
Not knowing where to go,
Just letting the ocean's currents pull
Drowning in all my emotions and faults
The sharks are swarming
And I can taste the ocean's salts
Not able to come up for air
The water is filling lunges
And this story I cannot bare.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
how is it possible
to be afraid to lose someone
that you never had in the first place
to be so in love with someone
when they feel nothing for you
to care about someone so much
yet they're oblivious
my heart aches day after day
waiting for you to feel the same way
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
What if
I
Fall
In
Love
With
A
Poet?
What if he mesmerises me
With his lines?
What if
His words touch me
And kiss
Through my skin?
What if i search for
Him
Everyday
And
Travel through
His words
And meet him
Somewhere
And
We
Become bare
And he caresses
Me
With every
Stanza
And
Here
I am
Again
Searching
For him,
Wanting
Him
With
All
Desire
Waiting
For
His
Next
Poem
To
Take
Me
To
His
World
Where
We
Will
Lay
Bare
What if
I
Fall in love
With
A
Poet?
© Evna-Luna
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
I can make you love me
this is something I can swear
all I need is a moment here
to run my fingers through your hair
I can laugh
at all your cheesy
jokes
the ones a little ******
the ones a little
old
I can lean against your shoulder,
take turns as we blow
smoke
up, up above our heads
and past the giant
oaks
I can be charming
and kiss you before I
leave—
kiss you until your weak
and shaken in the
knees
I may not be beautiful
but I've got a trick
up my
sleeve;
a trick that involves assuming
love is quite naive
and in that case,
so are you.
v.g.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
Four months ago,
I told you to treat me gently,
and that I had a fragile binding.
and yet,
you were incessant on studying me,
burning with curiosity at my intro.
Three months ago,
I reminded you to take it slow,
and that there was no need to rush.
but instead,
you wanted to tear through my pages,
and skip what was a beautiful rising action.
Two months ago,
I pleaded with you that I was strange,
full of plot holes and bleak mysteries.
rather than return me,
you became fixated on my next chapter,
yearning deeply for the ******
You were disappointed.
A month ago,
I tried my hardest to become your fairy tale,
and move past our disagreements.
But despite that,
you were consumed with regrets of me,
ignoring my falling constitution.
So as of yesterday,
I finally became the tragedy
you wanted of me.
a disastrous novel,
you finally found the end you were searching for...
... that is, my own.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
She's in love with a man,
Whose nothing but a myth.
A mystery unsolved,
But she won't stop at this.
The ending is a must,
One that has to be found.
Clinging to an theory,
As thoughts circle around.
She still can't read his mind,
As he send her mixed signs.
Not knowing what he wants,
She reads between the lines.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC
*i didn't know you
but i think about you everyday*
you were a friend of a boy whose brother i knew
and that's where i got the news
that you hung yourself when the pressure rose
your neck purple, the ground an inch too far from your toes
the ****** education system that got to your head
the grades and the scores and the race making you wish you were dead
you couldn't handle the look on your mom's face
"mom, i came second, not first, today"
you loved her, you loved your dad too
you loved your guitar, your band, the girl whose eyes were a million shades of blue
but the waves rose and you couldn't keep up
maybe it was just ill-fate or bad luck
you were just another fish swimming for dear life
but you were shoved away by the rough unforgiving tides
drowning, slowly, then all at once,
you went from being top of your class to being called a dunce
the disappointment and the rage and the wrinkles of stress on your mother's skin
made that sadness grow deeper and deeper within
until one day you realized it was better to give in
and so you climbed up that chair
pushed it away with your feet
kissed a picture of her
and listened to the last of your heart beat
hanging in the air
you whispered goodbye
"mother, i tried, i really did try"
and the wind left your lungs
the blood stopped in your veins
you dived away from reality
swimming into a new kind of pain
i think of you often
the friend of a boy whose brother i knew
i think of you often
because i can relate to you
its getting harder
the pressure, the stress
nothing is enough
not even my best
i think of joining you
in that darkness of bliss
looking at the world around me
there won't be much to miss
this rat race of doom running after a life of success
for me, it's just no longer worth it
so call me a coward or say i lost
but maybe death will give me what i want most
an escape from always having to win
an escape from the emptiness eating me from within
i think of you often
and i would like to know
*are you happier now?
away from woe?*
if you were here
would you advise me to stay?
or would you tell me to climb
that same chair, with the same belt, in the same room, at same same hour
in the exact
**same
way.**
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
.
If today were my birthday,
I know what they'd say
He doesn't look older,
not even a day
He moves a bit slower,
a methodic pace
And there are some new
wrinkles formed on his face
His hair is much thinner
up there on his head
and before the sun sets
he's heading to bed
But look at his poetry,
he writes about love
The moon and the stars
and the heavens above
He's still young at heart
and it flows from his pen
Especially when he writes
about her again
He looks quite the same
after all of this time
For age doesn't matter,
if he can still rhyme
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC