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DG Feb 2019
I hate that
Even after all you’ve said
I still crave to hold your hand
Hold it tight
As if I let go, all of the happiness in the world would escape  
Not a word needed.
You don’t have to kiss me.
Don’t have to love me. . .
I just want to hold your hand . . .
DG Feb 2019
All of my poems these days seem to be about you as if you actually care or something
DG Feb 2019
If only we could start over
Not middle school start over
Just start over to that cold, dark school bus
Where I think you stole my affection first
And I told you how great you did
Even though you got last place
And you smiled and so did I
And it was all downhill from there
But in a good way
Because that smile you gave me was intoxicating
And you continued to give me that smile
In the halls, in the selfies you sent me, at my play, when you met my family, when you graduated..
I want to go back
And relive that bittersweet moment
That was so scary, and it went so fast
When you held my hands with that concerned look
After I gave you that note
In front of the comp teacher’s door
And that day you texted me
And told me we could only be friends
Because you were leaving..
But did you ever leave?
You’re just a friend
Just as I’m just a friend
We’re just two friends who happen to love each other
DG Feb 2019
I spoke to you so kindly
Even after how you’ve treated me
And when you said you loved me
I said it back with no hesitation
And when you showed me where you put my drawing of us
It made me feel so happy
It felt like a warm hug or a kiss on the cheek
And for a few moments I forgot how sad you’ve made me recently
It was just us
Texting
Talking
Like I had prayed for the chance to have again . .
And your music
And your laugh
And oh God, just /you/.
I’m beginning to realize what it means
To truly love someone
Even if the love is not truly returned
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