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"I could be given all the attention in the world and id still be waiting for you to come back"
im trying so hard to hold back the tears...
if i cry my friend will know somethings wrong with me
i dont want him to know im torn to pieces...
this *****.
i didnt want this to happen....
now youre out of my life.
****
i ****** up
i shouldve kept my mouth closed..
why!
why does this have to happen to me?
i can never get a break from this pain...
i hate this
i hate this
i hate this

when will i be able to actually be happy?
i wont have to hide my real feelings anymore?
ugh i hate this
 Jul 2014 Ophelia
Love
Te Amo
 Jul 2014 Ophelia
Love
Cuando yo dije "te amo"
I meant it.
Cuando tu dijiste "te amo"
You didnt.
Odio que me mientan.
I will provide translation if its requested but its pretty simple and lovely.
 Jul 2014 Ophelia
diana
this day on
 Jul 2014 Ophelia
diana
and from this day on, i still
remember how it felt the
day you left me with no explanation.

making me feel like a unwanted
piece of crap with having no
reason to live anymore.

you were the blood in my veins,
the reason i was alive,
but now that you're gone i have
no reason to live anymore.

i just hope that one day
you know what you caused.
 Jul 2014 Ophelia
Sixolile
Giving you up,
You belong to the world -

not with me.

the world keeps turning;
with each turn,
I
in turn
turn away from you
and your awfulness
your ways
your rejection of me.

you enjoyed stumbling
recklessly falling and breaking;
whatever remained of my love
- my awful, broken love.

with each sunset -
I see you - setting with it
being the darkness that is my discomfort
the pain that lingers on
eating bits of me.

you are clumsy -
a person of the world
- I
well, I
- a person of the boundaries
of the tortured soul
that clings on the sanity
that is, love

the world has you -
I have nothing - nothing
that is you.

- nothing of you;
******.
The world has you - not I.
 Jul 2014 Ophelia
chillvibes
smile
 Jul 2014 Ophelia
chillvibes
They say that poems
are made to touch
the places your
hands can't reach
and well i guess that
makes your smile a
poem
 Jul 2014 Ophelia
Joshua Haines
You stab me in the back with a knife,
and I apologize for bleeding on it.
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