I want to fall in love with you again
I want to feel the sparks again
I want revival
Please help me love you,
Like before
Please help me feel your kisses,
Like before
Please help me feel the warmth in your hugs,
Like before
Please help me think of you more often,
Like before
Please help me make love to you with passion,
Like before
I want to fall in love with you again
I want to feel the sparks again
I want revival.

So what if he doesn't love me
So what if he doesn't reply to any of my texts
So what if he doesn't take me serious
So what if am in this alone.
So what if I fall for him everytime he comes around
So what if he never fulfills any of his promises.
So what if he doesn't care.
So what if I gave him all my heart
So what if I knew he wasn't gonna take care of it
So what if I am all alone now regretting
So what if I feel sorry for myself.  
So what if I hate my attitude right now.
So what if I do nothing about it.
"So what" is a bad attitude.
Change that and you change how you feel and think.

I feel depressed,  
But I can't even tell you why.  
I hope that you read through me and just tell
I hope you know me that well
Well enough to know my sorrows
Even when I don't say a word
To know when am sad even when I smile
To know how I feel even if I don't say it
Am writing this and feeling more depressed
Thinking,  what if you don't?
I mean,  what if you can't read me at all
What if you can't tell who I am behind the mask.  
What I feel deep down
Do you even feel my love?  
Coz I don't feel yours sometimes.
Do I look sad when I smile?
Do I look like am covering up?
Do you even know when am hurting?  
What are you doing right now?
Are you also feeling the same way?
Depression?  Depressed?
No? Yes?  
I feel more depressed
Knowing I can't even know.  
I can't read you at all.  
I've tried, but
I.. I.. I.. I give up.

"Poets are often broken people"
Not my words,  I read this somewhere
Maybe it's true,  but not always true.  
Writers break people in their heads and fix them in writing
They use the fragments of the broken parts to create something each time.
Writers are unpredictable.  
They can't even tell how the story they are writing will end.  
As the ink pours bit by bit on the paper,  
They create new ideas and twists in their heads.  
Twists that they can't explain sometimes
Sometimes there's a happy ending
Sometimes there is a sad ending
Sometimes it has a dilematic ending

Am hurt.  Deeply.  
I struggle so much to hold the tear back.
I do this to myself every time
I never learn,  
I am chained by emotions
Am trapped.
Am caged
I feel happy,  and sad in the cage.
I feel free and a prisoner in the cage
I feel like being freed
But something keeps holding me back.
It can't be love,  love ain't this mean
My heart aches each time
Am blissfully sad in this cage.
I want.. I don't want out.  
Help

I thought it was nothing when we first met
I knew it was just ***
The first time,I Felt like it’s going to be easy
We agreed it was going to be a fling
Weeks later,I couldn’t recognise myself anymore
I wasn’t the same anymore
I felt more emotions, cried alot
It started to get to me,so much that it took control over me
It controlled how I feel,how I act,how I feed
It had me wrapped  up and squeezed in its little palms.
I tried to escape from it,but I kept crawling back
I couldn’t talk to anyone,so I Googled
You don’t want to know the keywords for the search..
But every result gave me a falling in love narrative,
I didn’t want to fall in love, I just wanted ***
I didn’t want to be attached,I just wanted the attention
I didn’t want a relationship,I just just wanted company
I didn’t want commitment,I just just just needed a one time every time
“How did I get here” I asked myself everytime I was in the shower
Or when the thought of you popped  up
I’d fallen madly for you
Deep down, I knew it was *******
Deep down,I knew if I told you,you would laugh so hard
So I wallow in my pain,trying to pull out,
I hope i take it down sooner before it takes me down!

Dark poetry? Other call it sad poems, depressing poems
Most times people  are scared to  express the other side of love,
We are trapped in  our own sorrows and feelings,
We tend to shy away from expressing the true picture  
When we are hurt, we hide in  sorrows
When  heartbroken, we pretend to be “okay”
People ask why I write alot of dark poetry
Every human has a weakness,
My greatest weakness is expressing love,
I feel shy putting it out in public, so I tend to venture into exploring the other side of love
I imagine how heartbroken people feel and write about it
I imagine how sad it is
I walk in their shoes through poetry
Poetry language is loud
Poets are quiet people though...