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A Vryghter Jun 8
"Am I worth of love?
The true, romantic one.
If I even know what that is.
I can't make out difference sometimes.
Do I like them?
Or just the comfort of given friendship?
I don’t know what to feel.

Do I deserve love?
I must, right?
Despite the bad things I've done.

Take my hand,
Don't ask too much.
Let me talk.
Pull me away
To kiss me in a corner.
Or do it right now.

Friends or more?
I don't know what it is.
Please tell me what it is,
And my heart'll be mine?"

A.V.
A Vryghter Jun 8
“I don’t know what love is,
but I think it’s being a little
happier when I meet your eyes.
I think it’s sitting in a quiet garden,
talking about the little things.
I think it’s wrapping you in my arms,
in an attempt to love you louder.

I think it’s interlocking hands,
when you feel a little lost.
I think it’s meeting eyes,
in a room far too loud.

I think it’s listening,
when all you can do is scream.
I think it’s soft breathing,
when the night creeps around me.

I think it’s trusting one another,
when we find comfort in others.
I think it’s a silent promise,
to walk the path beside you
when it leads through hell and worse.

I don’t know what love is,
but I hope it greets me kindly.”

A.V.
A Vryghter Jun 8
“I don’t talk because,
when you try to keep all hearts a piece;
yours shatters into a million shards,
and scatter into the night sky.

I don’t talk because,
I don’t even know what I feel
beside the feeling it *****.

I don’t talk because,
my ear has far more worth to me.

I don’t talk because,
I know you’re in a good
place right now.

I don’t talk because,
my shoulders have calloused,
and can carry this a little longer.”

A.V.
A Vryghter May 29
“Am I allowed to be angry?
Tell me, and be honest,
am I allowed to feel?
‘Cause every time I open up,
your problems are a little larger.
And every time you complain,
I suffer a little.

I am not your therapist,
whose advice you don’t take.
I’m your friend.

Am I allowed to be angry?
Tell me, and be honest,
am I allowed to feel?
‘Cause when I let my anger
out in retaliation.
You are a little angrier.

When will I be allowed to be human?
When won’t I be a punchbag anymore?”

A.V.
A Vryghter May 23
“I smile a little,
every time nature takes back.
A factory once booming,
weeds growing through the cracks,
vines enwrapping walls,
shards of glass in tall grass.

I cry a little,
every time nature gives too much.
concrete slabs for carbon-emissions,
tall brick towers for heating,
glass cages for the parasite,
aluminum and plastic in short grass.

I stare a little,
every time nature retaliates.
Waves crashing against metal,
seas forming in concrete bathtubs,
wind flattening itchy points,
sun melting neat grass.”

A.V.
A Vryghter May 20
“It feels wrong
trying to love already.
I should grief longer.
Keep the memories playing,
instead of fantasies.

I love you more,
you know that, right?
I whisper to the sky.
You always have a place here,
around the table, day and night.

It feels so wrong.
it feels so good,
that my eyes will meet another.
It gives me peace that your back,
next to your significant other.

Always in my heart, forever.
A piece I won’t remove.
Always in my DNA,
That wasn’t something I could choose.”

A.V.
I love you, grandma, grandpa, grandpa and grandma.
A Vryghter May 17
“I’m getting sick of it, Darling.
Poems meant for you, I mean.
I want to grow, yet my heart doesn’t.
And that’s your fault.

I want to write the forest dry,
but my head doesn’t wander.
I try to forget, will I regret it?
But the trees keep sprouting.

I’m feeling ill, my love.
‘Cause you forget my name.
I’m stuck, the trees closing me in.
I don’t have an axe. I stay.

I want to throw up words.
Get sick of paper in my mouth.
But my heart seems glued,
Repeating the same.”

A.V.
when you love someone who doesn’t love you.
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