The feelings we shared might have been love but we were much too scared to ever say it. Hours were spent staring at the stars sharing our deepest secrets and late night phone calls full of laughter. My only regret was that our demise was as cliché as our time together.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
I'm no longer the man I once was.
I used to be respectful, kind, calm, shy and steered clear of massive social engagements.
I would talk and smile to people just so they could feel loved and never left out.
That was the me I used to know.
Now I try my hardest to be around everyone and never for the right reasons.
Now I wish that everyone around me was as full of hatred and mistrust as I am.
Now I talk to people just to have the satisfaction of manipulating them.
Now all I feel the need for is creating animosity and destroying love.
This is the me I now know.
This is the man I no longer can hold inside.
I am just a boy who wants to die.
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 7:17 AM UTC
As time goes on I resent the emotions I refused to show while you were still in my life.
The actions were of love, yet all I showed you was lust. Actions I knew you ached for.
I wanted your love. I longed for walks with you. I wanted us to be the couple everyone loved to hate.
Yet all I could seem to find was your mouth, *** and *******
The day you left, all I wanted was to rest my head on your thighs while you scratched my hair.
But all that seemed to blossom was your love for my tongue and ****
Now I lay in my bed, resenting myself for a love left unfound. Restless. Aching. Dreading.
You will never know what I needed from you. Now I'm left with a soul that will forever be empty. Drifting. Dying. Wilting.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
Time is the ruin of humankind's love for all. Nothing shall be loved long after its gone, as unfeigned too which it was in its lively form. Humans are but ghoulish creatures; to whom nothing is rightfully sacred. Humankind should be as pious to life as most are to their gods they claim had made all in his image. They try to make us believe with their disenchanting tales of greatness that you hear of as a naïf adolescent. As society crumbles to the sound of our own beating drum, another builds up of mindless drones that feel no pity towards anyone. There is no one to accuse but ourselves In this spiral of disillusion. As time ventures forward into the endless span of time, our morality lessens, as do our feelings towards what we should cherish.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC