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 May 2016 Ellentelligence
mhelows
It is not love that hurts.
It is our idea of what love should be like
compared to the love that we have.
It is not love that hurts,
but the absence of it especially when we need it most that hurts.
everything was in its place in my nightly ritual
my room enveloped me with a feeling of security
i had episodes of my favorite show, ready to be played
and my favorite midnight treats all in a bucket

a well-deserved break from negativity, in the safety of my house
but i still felt empty.

see, the only way for me to really feel at home is to
open my closet, reach in its darkest corner
and grab for my only memory of you- a sweater
that's obviously seen better days
but it had your smell, your warmth
and finally, as i wrapped it around me,
i felt relieved.

and that's a problem.
... or is it
 May 2016 Ellentelligence
taia
a dream is a wish
that your heart makes late at night
whilst gazing at stars
Build an idea,
Organise your mess,
Recognise your strengths,
Elevate your soul searching,
Denature negative thoughts.
Only allow great ideas,
Mimic the best person you can be.
 May 2016 Ellentelligence
Akira
Kiss my thoughts, not my lips
Stimulate my brain, not my body
Loves connection should be more than just physical
I could drown,
Within those eyes
A deeper blue,
Than all the skies.
For a single Kiss,
I'd tell a million lies

For a cold glance
Glacial blue.
There is no thing
I would not do

Contradicting hands
Which feel so warm.
For one handshake
I'd **** a swarm.

I was never yours
And you, never mine,
But for your presence
I'd give my mind.

I'd sell it,
I'd **** it,
I'd change.
Just so you,
Would feel the same.

My love,
You don't love me.
I'm not blind,
But I couldn't see.

When you said friends,
That's what you meant.
But I know, no effort
Was ever spent.

I paid the price,
Of my sanity.
Though I gained a love,
For all eternity.

So suffer I may,
And die I might.
But the law of love,
Only tells us what's right.

And that law tells me,
There will never be a we.
And accepting that,
Allows me to be free.

So move on I will
And for you
I will never ****

For we weren't,
Meant to be.
So I will move on,
Happy now, with just me.
Clearing through some old poet freak stuff and i found this, very nostalgic in a sad way. Tell me what you think :)
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