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abbigail-1
abbigail-1
20/F/texas how old do I have to be to finally realize whats going on?
when I think of you I want to lay down and let flowers grow over me. like the love you had for me, it never existed.
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Jan 2, 2023
Jan 2, 2023 at 11:39 PM UTC
flowers in my hair
I don’t know which is worse, continuing to day dream and think about you.. or stay with you and hear your lies… both are torture.
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
i need peace
I pick you up like a book Open, close, repeat. The same words, same actions No new stories, Exactly the same since the day you published yourself. Why do I continue to read you?
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Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 5:35 PM UTC
not my favorite book
When I dream of you, sadness surrounds me like a thick fog. The sadness allows me to run, through the fog and into your eyesight. Over the hills, through the woods, I chase you passing rivers and rocks. You are only an arms length away. The way you run convinces me I will catch you, but then I realize you control the chase, with the pace I run and the thoughts I think. So no matter how hard I try I cannot win this game of tag With every twist and turn you take me on, I fall behind farther. I stop in the path that never ends, out of breathe and exhausted I begin to fold and bend. You look back and stop in your tracks, to wait for the chase that I cannot, will not win. The fog rolls away as I am awake remembering where we left off again.
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 4:31 PM UTC
day dreaming
one day i am going to write something so deep about you my heart will explode from rereading it.
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 4:35 PM UTC
the first draft
Sometimes I sit and wonder about you What you do, what music you listen too What time you go to bed What runs through your head sometimes I try to believe we’re still connected But distance is the awakening and I’m the only one affected the day you decided to leave Was the day you got rid of me my dreams allow me to escape reality In my dreams I am a new me No more you and I can see The beauty I forgot about being free Letting go of everything heavy Letting go of everything I loved I feel shoved out of my own heart for a minute i look and my love for anyone else is acute Why is it so easy to dream about being free It feels good, it feels right for me But I cannot go forward to save my life I don’t know why this is such a fight To let you go Is to see me grow In a lot of ways, I feel like I'm moving on....maybe I'm just afraid of emotional attachment in my current state How it makes me finally feel awake who we were and who we are now create a storm The warmth I feel, the calm before the perfect storm
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Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 3:47 PM UTC
affected
one day the pain will fade the flashbacks of memories will erase the brighter days will take it away the light will remove you from the shade all the hurt will be a dream it will flow away like a stream look in the mirror and see yourself like picking an old book up from the shelf wipe away the dust and see open the pages, remember and read that you are you pure and true in all your forms, happy and sad feel all the emotions, even mad let everything go let yourself grow and you won't even know that the pain is snow melting in the sun the pain is done.
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Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
dust off
"dont think about it" "dont talk about it" think about it. talk about it. cry and scream about it if you have to. letting it out doesn't guarantee that you'll be free from the pain but holding it in guarantees you'll be sinking until you give yourself a chance to let everything out. to not think and talk about it is ignoring the reality of it.
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Aug 12, 2019
Aug 12, 2019 at 3:07 PM UTC
painful to write
You are here. You are alive despite everything. the hurtful words and actions of others will break your heart and maybe even your bones but keep looking up from the mountain you stand on. you stand tall, you may have scars and cuts and you might even still bleed but you're standing.
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Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 6:18 PM UTC
standing
" fake it till you make it." no. do you know how many times people have said those exact words? And then one day faking it is too much and making it is too far away, now they are gone and we no longer fake and make it. we cry for them now, but they've already cried for us.
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Untitled