Foolish of me to speak of love,
When all I’ve known is lust,
A hunger rotting the soul,
Shaking the walls within.
I watch myself decay,
A stranger in my own skin.
Dreams of family mocked
By the shadow I’ve become.
And now I fear myself,
That vows of eternity
Might bind another’s life
To the ruin I carry inside.
Foolish of me to believe…
Ash.
7d ago
May 28, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
Ohhh to be loved,
Like others,
May never be my destiny,
Ohhh to be embraced,
Like others,
May never be my fate,
Ohhh to be loved eternally,
Just like swans upon the silver lake,
Just like wolves in moonlit vows,
I would loved to be like those,
Sacred to someone,
Cared for by someone,
Bcz to be loved,
May never be my destiny,
I may never taste that fortune,
Ohhh that blessing to be loved,
I couldn't outrun the ticking of clock,
The hunger to feel loved,
The desire to be held,
The ache to feel warmth,
The grief of never having,
The pain that i feel,
Everyday, every night,
Crumbles me into pieces,
Like autumn leaves beneath forgotten footsteps,
Like glass dreams shattered in sleep,
And yet, i still wakes up everyday,
With the hope and despair in my eyes,
The hope and desperation,
To be loved....
Anonymous.
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:47 AM UTC
You made our love a game of chess.
You played your moves
while I couldn’t find mine.
You saved your time
while I was running out of it.
You took all my pieces
while I was busy trying to keep my king safe—
leaving only the king behind.
You took everything.
You won, and I lost.
Not because you captured my pieces,
but because I stopped fighting.
The fire in me to protect the king was gone.
I gave up the game
the way you gave up on our love.
I resigned.
You celebrated—
as if we had always been strangers.
Just like that,
a game of chess decided our love.
After the last move,
we became strangers completely.
You moved on
while I sat at the board,
gathering my broken pawns—
not to play again,
but to remember how I loved:
defensively, desperately,
like a king with no kingdom.
Still replaying the game
over and over again.
I lost the moment I lost my queen.
What is a king without his queen?
It was a desperate attempt
to protect my pride—
the ego I had in my skills,
the ego I held as a chess player.
But what I lost
was not just a match—
it was my queen
in the game
and in reality.
Now I simply stare at the board.
The clock keeps ticking,
and I still remember every move
that led to my doom.
But what can I do now?
I am a king with nothing—
just 64 squares
to move on.
Anonymous
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025 at 12:43 AM UTC
I'm what they call a friend,
Just a friend,
Not even a best friend,
Just a second option, always available,
Because I'm what they call a friend,
I hope someday they will realise my worth,
The importance of my words, the weight of my presence,
Because I'm what they call a friend,
I can be nothing more than a friend,
A friend they lean on,
A friend they share their problems to,
A friend they may like,
but never love,
Because I'm nothing more than a friend,
I wanted them to feel what i felt when they ignored me, when my presence meant nothing and when my words held no weight,
But after all this i need them,
Because I'm what they call a friend,
A friend never meant to be seen,
A freind never meant to be loved,
A friend never meant to be a person,
I sacrificed my everything, my ego, my pride and even my personality,
Just to be their friend,
But i guess i could never be more than that,
May be it is the punishment i deserve
To be just a Friend...
Nov 17, 2025
Nov 17, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
I still remember the way you left me.
Your voice still echoes in my ears—
Every day, every night, every moment.
Your memories still flash before my eyes
Whenever I close them.
You forgot all the things we did together,
Abandoning me like it didn’t even matter.
Not a single reason, not a single explanation—
Just left me with broken promises.
You knew it would hurt me,
But it didn’t matter to you.
I didn’t know abandoning me was so easy for you.
And now I have to talk to you as someone
Who was kind and nice.
But I was wrong—
You were cruel.
You shattered my soul without a single word.
You left me.
You left me alone.
You left me in the cold.
You abandoned me in the darkness.
Now I don’t know what to do
In this coldness, in this darkness
That came because of you.
Because of you, October was my favorite.
Because of you, everything you loved became my favorite.
You were the only person I liked—
And still, you abandoned me…
Anonymous.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 1:23 PM UTC
The price I paid for opening my heart was way more heavy then it seemed,
I not being able to love again or feel any emotions,
An empty feeling inside me growing everyday just to devour me,
How much lonely i had became just because i opened my heart,
Trying to feel loved,
Cared and understood,
But all i ever received was nothing just pity and mockery,
In their eyes a foolish boy who opened his heart,
Thinking he would be understood, his feeling would have meaning and he would feel less lonely, but may be that was not in his fate,
The more he opened the more he felt lonely, misunderstood and ignored,
After that he learned opening yourself is not a good thing, so he started to trap his feelings, his emotions and his loneliness inside him,
But the more he trapped the more they grow,
Breaking him into pieces from the inside,
The more he tried to stay composed the more crumbled he was from the inside,
The darkness in him waiting patiently for him to lose himself so he can take control,
He isolated himself from the people,
Even from those he adored once,
Because
Thats the price he paid....
Anonymous
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 4:14 AM UTC