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.....She.....
.was the sun.
...and her love...
....was to powerful....
.......for you to handle.....
.............and now you............
..............are just  a  pile  of..............
.............................ashe­s............................
I'll post new poems soon ( don't worry they wont be as ****** as this one)
- I will delete this trash in the morning.
Let's have a deep talk...
and talk about the things we love,
Like going to parties
and kissing cute boys.

You want to go deeper?
Ask me what I did last friday night
When I was too drunk to remember
How much I wanted to die.

Do you like my make-up?
Don't you think my eyes look great?
It's amazing how the concealer
can transform  my ugly face

I  can talk about my boyfriend
and how much I love his pretty smile
Yeah, he can be an  *******
But is nice to hold someone's hand

My friends are amazing,
especially when we don't talk
Who cares about our messed-up parents
We came to the club to dance

Maybe I'm shallow
But I don't really care.
I'm too numb to realize
How I'm drowning in this plastic cage
I'm sorry
because I can't control my broken mind.
Please, forgive me
because I don't know what to do with my toxic feelings.
You need to understand,
that my mind is dark and I have trust issues,
that some days it's impossible for me to care about the people I love.
I  don't want you to leave me,
because even though I can act like I don't need you
you are the one that's keeping my boat afloat.
But I'm not the type of person you need in your life;
You need someone willing to dry your tears
and I'm one of the reasons why you cry at night.
You need a lighthouse to show you the way back to sanity,
and I'm a storm that causes you  anxiety.
And because I love you
deep enough to realize how toxic I am to you,
so much that it hurts to see you hurting because of my words,
I'll have to say goodbye.
Because I care about you,
and if you stay with me
I'll end up breaking you.
La explicación que nunca te llego
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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