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 Apr 2018 Broken Arpeggio
abby
We are the ones who are hard to understand
We'll be the last ones in the movie theatre
because the ending scene made us cry
We'll stop to smell the roses
because they deserve to be appreciated
We are the ones who will take the time
to learn what keeps you up at night
We are the ones who will imagine
an entire future of adventures
with the people who show us love

We are the ones who will love you more
than we love ourselves
We will give you our strongest parts
in hopes that we can make things better
We desire to see you become the best you
to make sure that you always feel our love
We crave affection and appreciation
We give a piece of ourselves away every day
sometimes to people who don't deserve it
Our love is easy to take advantage of
and sometimes we don't get back
the love that we give away

When we hurt, we crumble and fall apart
We constantly have to put ourselves back together
We are more fragile than we like to give off
We carry our emotions on our sleeves
Our flaws have the ability to consume us
We aren't afraid to give you the world
but we are afraid to feel unloved
We want you to see what we see
We want you to understand where we're coming from

We are good people with good intentions
We are stronger than we believe
Not everyone can feel the way we feel
We feel too much, too often
We are not hard to love
We are something not everyone knows how to love
But you need to remember that
your worth does not change just because
no one is there to appreciate you, to remind you

You are not any less lovable
You are the most lovable person in the world
You are a light that the world needs
Your kindness is not your weakness
You do not need to change for anyone's acceptance
You do not need to stop giving love
just because you don't get any back
Your heart is the best thing about you

And one day when you least expect it
someone will notice you from across the room
and know exactly how to love you
They will think all of these things are beautiful
They will deserve the love you can give
They will fill the empty space in your heart
But for now, don't stop feeling
We are the ones who feel everything so deeply
We are the ones who can't give up because
We are the ones who will teach the world
how to love
We are exactly who we are supposed to be
When I die, I know my colors will spray away

I want blue to become oceans and sky
green, forests, jungles
red, kisses...
orange, sunsets and birds
brown, earth, sand…
yellow, sunflowers
pink, flamingos and petting
white, foam and peace
black, obsidian

I want violet to become dreams...

And I want turquoise to stay in your eyes...

To stay there... because is my favorite color
the one from where others are born in me...

and I want it to be forever yours...
Sometimes your death hurts me deeply…
As deafening scream inside me

And is not even that I wanted you back in my life
We changed so much…
Our worlds does not had nothing to do

Is just that it hurts that you don't exist anymore
because even if our lives had never been blended again
knowing that you exist gave me happiness
I wished SO MUCH for you…

Really…
sometimes it hurts so bad that the air I breathe
is not yours anymore…
that the moon I see can no longer be seen by you …
That I was left remembering alone how much I loved you
and the beauteous way you loved me…

It hurts...
I`m a happy person with many deep wounds, sometimes they win and I feel the pain as if it is recent - This is for my first love that died 5 years ago, we were not a couple anymore at that time,  but as I said  in what I wrote, sometimes his death still hurts so bad because I wished the best for him.
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
I want to fly but they won't let me.
Seen but never heard by anyone.
It's either their way or no way.
As each day and night slips by.
I die that little bit more inside.
My deep wounds never heal.
My heart is too broken to fix.
I wrote this in poem when I feeling low it is always the best way to release the pain I feel
 Apr 2018 Broken Arpeggio
Kim
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.
Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
Recovery has no time line.
It's not done in a day or a week.
The road is long hard and lonely.
Taken the chance to be happy again.
Looking for the light in the dark.
If I ever end up on the dark side again.
Will you sit there with me?.
I wrote this because sometimes when your on the road to recovery some people don't always understand how hard it is. Suffering with an anxiety disorder I sometimes feel alone
I lost the girl.
That was always happy.
Always laughing at everything.
Never stopped dreaming or smiling.
Her eyes never cried at anything.
She was never scared of the mirror.
She was lost in books and writing stories.
The world was always her oyster.
Now I am trying to find the girl I lost.
I wrote this because I lost the person that I use to be and now I am trying to back to the happy person i once was that was never scared of anything
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