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memento_Mori
M Need a space to let things out.
It's not that I feel you owe me something I feel the universe owes me something For the love and time I invested I meant nothing to you and that's not fair Why do you get to walk away so cleanly? Why am I still here months after you left? Time heals but it is slow and painful I crawl inch by inch We were something right? Or does it matter now that we are nothing? I can't seem to wrap my head around that How are you a stranger now? Why do I have all this useless information in my head?What do I do with it? Your favorite author Your favorite color The way you cringe during scary parts in movies The sound of your gentle cute snores The story of pooh flowers That you're allergic to cats That you like puzzles How you take your coffee (two cream two sugar) I kept a list, did you know that? I kept a list of everything that was important to you. I did not want to forget any of it. I wanted to put it in a book. A book of you. I just wanted you to stay. How did I not know that how I was is what pushed you away? How did I not see what I was doing? Why is it that all I have now is the late night searches on social media? Why is it that I can't resist looking? Why is it that seeing you can still make me smile? Why can't I let go? Why can't I move on? I fight looking you up. My heart races, my stomach feels empty, I take one big breathe and search. Waiting, expecting to find that you're with another. Relief when no mention is seen. Why do I feel I lost? I didn't know I was in a competition. Why am I still here? Why can't I let go? I want you out. I want you gone. I want you to text me....
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 10:43 PM UTC
Why Am I Still Heartbroken?
It's not that I feel you owe me something I feel the universe owes me something For the love and time I invested I meant nothing to you and that's not fair Why do you get to walk away so cleanly? Why am I still here months after you left? Time heals but it is slow and painful I crawl inch by inch We were something right? Or does it matter now that we are nothing? I can't seem to wrap my head around that How are you a stranger now? Why do I have all this useless information in my head?What do I do with it? Your favorite author Your favorite color The way you cringe during scary parts in movies The sound of your gentle cute snores The story of pooh flowers That you're allergic to cats That you like puzzles How you take your coffee (two cream two sugar) I kept a list, did you know that? I kept a list of everything that was important to you. I did not want to forget any of it. I wanted to put it in a book. A book of you. I just wanted you to stay. How did I not know that how I was is what pushed you away? How did I not see what I was doing? Why is it that all I have now is the late night searches on social media? Why is it that I can't resist looking? Why is it that seeing you can still make me smile? Why can't I let go? Why can't I move on? I fight looking you up. My heart races, my stomach feels empty, I take one big breathe and search. Waiting, expecting to find that you're with another. Relief when no mention is seen. Why do I feel I lost? I didn't know I was in a competition. Why am I still here? Why can't I let go? I want you out. I want you gone. I want you to text me....
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The truth is, I want to talk to you The truth is, I look forward to your text The truth is, when you do it consumes me I go crazy Thoughts of you fill my mind The truth is, I miss talking to you The truth is, I want to see you again I hide this Deny this Avoid confronting this The truth is, when you text me …..it ruins my night Do you know? Do you feel the same? Will I ever know? Will it ever matter? The truth is, I need to think you text me when you’re bored The truth is, I need to think you have no feelings towards me The truth is, I need to think you couldn’t care less The truth is, I really hope none of these are true… The truth is, I want you to text me The truth is, I want to see you The truth is, I miss you The truth is, when you text me, …..it ruins my night.
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Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
You Ruin My Night
Mind polluted by thoughts of you Can’t get all the clutter out. IRONY? You are the solution to my pollution Memories feel like daggers to my heart. No cure. No evasion. Just deal. It hurts. Why? Why did I let this happen? Follow heart, followed heart to pain. Did I have a choice? Lesson in this? Jaded I will become. Lesson over. Learned nothing. I hurt = I get hurt Push away -> who I am Do things to spend time w/you Memories cause pain Do you think of me? Pain is my teacher
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Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
Pollution of the Mind (1)
Nights Are The Worst Miss You The Most Deja Vu? Was I Here Before? In A Sense Yes. You Were My Dream. Now Thoughts Of You Are My Nightmare I…. Miss You….
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC
Independently Dependent
In this moment, you are beautiful to me. In this moment, you are the only one who exists. In this moment, you are the one I want to hold and kiss. In this moment, nothing else matters. In this moment, this fleeting moment, I love you. I love you more than anyone I have ever loved or ever will love. In this moment, I picture my life with you. In this moment, I picture vacations we would take. In this moment, I see us making love. In this moment, I see nothing else but you. …..but that was just a moment. Moments don't last. ….this one, didn’t last.
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 9:18 AM UTC
In this Moment
Try In the end, I can say I tried I may fall I may stumble I may cry I may crumble In the end, I can say I tried Heartbreak Loneliness Failure Pain In the end, I can say I tried Pain Failure Loneliness Heartbreak Will happen if I don’t Try, Try, and Try once more One day, one day I will get it right Till then I will sit tight AND Try In the end, I can say I tried
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Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
I Tried