My wrists throb as my exhaustion and pain flow out like the rain that caresses my cheeks as I sit there cold and shivering, watching the waves crash and hit the rocks with a sound as melodious as the sound of my blood pushing through the valves of my heart. O love, how sad it is that while you ran- they left.
Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
It's our memories that I'm still in love with,
The ones I can't let go of.
I've been telling myself that it's love,
That I still love you.
but honestly after all this thinking,
I can see clearly now.
You were my first love,
And that's why I can't let go-
But that doesn't mean I love you.
I love you, and I always will,
But between choosing loving myself and letting you go,
Or instead loving you and holding on to you,
I'll choose the former cause I don't think there was anything worth fighting for.
There was for me, there was so much for me,
But to you I was nothing. So its time I learn to forget
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 5:58 AM UTC
He may still love you. He probably still does. He probably doesnt know what he wants. He probably still thinks about you all the time. But that isnt what matters. what matters is what he's doing about it, and what he's doing is nothing. And if he's doing nothing about it, You most certainly shouldn't do anything. You need someone who would go out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
Be careful where you stand my love,
for we were a chess game.
Sitting at platforms-
With trains passing by,
the hand that held mine brought me to our adventure coves.
Round querie we ran at 6(7.30) ,
on the grass we laid and learnt.
At librararies we loved,
weaving the laces of our lives.
In somewhere only we knew,
we were the only exceptions.
you were my poet,
and i was your poetry-
but now we're shattered by sophistry,
our love's condemned to history,
what we were/will be remains a mystery.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 7:10 AM UTC
Love -- Or whatever this is
Im at the mercy of it.
And im falling so helplessly
and im a mess but,
the most ironic part of it all is that
i dont even know if i want to be saved.
Perhaps im a sadist,
liking the way you hurt me cause its you.
Maybe im just insane,
loving your incomplete love.
If falling in love with you meant insanity,
i wouldnt mind being insane.
perhaps we're all insane in this
contradictory world filled with emotions,
where loving you just might be sane.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
Your kiss was unexpected,
it came like a tsunami,
And left like a lover's last goodbye.
Your eyes as you kissed me held mysteries-
mysteries i hope to someday solve.
Your lips whispered unspoken truth,
that you loved me- yet i needed more.
i need your words,
the selfish affirmation that would bring.
That kiss left my feelings in shambles,
yet i'm insanely happy.
Perhaps now I'm your poet,
and you're my poetry.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
Your words conform my foolish thoughts.
Words however do not necessarily express emotions
our conversation echoes through me,
messes me up as spells and potions would.
our love is as weightless as gravity
as simple as the most complexed thesis and
As true as the hallucinations a sickly person would have.
denial and deceit line our relationship
as the tiles on a house would.
Yet rage and love coexist
like how man and women do.
The words you pose to me are ugly
still the words that come from your soul are beautiful.
Something you wrote from the past rings through me
and so i'll bring it up personally.
"she leaves again acquiesced in the pain,
a broken heart shattered by sophistry.
in fury they part their love
condemned to history."
Now looking at this I ask,
if you knew what would happen.
why didn't you prevent it?
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
Love is the emblem of eternity;
it confounds all notion of time,
effaces all memory of a beginning,
all fear of an end.
I have loved to the point of madness;
That which is called madness,
That which to me,
Is the only sensible way to love.
Love makes the greatest pleasures and most sensitive misfortunes of life
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
Here i am an empty shell,
facade in public- i continue to smile.
if i laugh, i'm happy you see!
but on the inside i'm a broken melody.
Listen to my sorrowful symphony,
words unspoken its a tragedy.
Crumbling- my soul's melancholy
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 7:41 AM UTC