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S Sep 2017
Her smile is too fake
That girl is not okay
She tries so hard to be like them
But her attemps are in vane
She’s different and that’s great
But she doesn’t know this yet
Nobody dares to be her friend
She is alone and so afraid.
Does it ever end?
- S.
Being different is okay, in fact it’s great, it’s what makes you one of a kind
S Sep 2017
I waited too long for this.
For you, for us.
My breath is uneasy,
so I take a deep breathe and step into the café we agreed to meet in.
Apparently it’s a cold night,
but im too nervous and sweaty to notice.
I look around, but I can't see you.
I hear you sing and my heart skips a beat,
you knew I was here.
I followed the sound of your voice,
and I realized I knew this song,
you wrote it for me; it's our story.
Finally, I see you,
you're playing the piano as you sing with a wide smile on your face
as you've always loved to;
as we loved to.
Waiters are pacing around me,
they move from one full table to another.
It's crowded and my anxiety wants to kick in, but I focus on you,
singing our song.

You glanced at me, and I froze.
Two years have passed since I last saw you,
three years since I last talked to you,
and seven since I last told you I loved you.
Not one second has it been since I first hated you,
although I tried,
all my attemps were in vane,
truth is I just can't;
because seven-teen years have gone by since I first loved you.

I'm blushing and I can feel it, I hope no one notices;
It's blurry, so my eyes are tearing up,
my heart beats loud enough for the waitresses to hear,
but I smile,
I can't help it.
I am happy.

I don't miss you anymore,
you're finally here.
Tears run down my cheeks,
as I stand here looking at you, look at me.

But I wait,
I must wait.
I use every ounce of strength I was given to not run towards you.
So I wait,
I wait for you to come,
I wait for you to hold me and not let go.
Yet, once again, this is where my fantasy ends.
I wipe off my tears with my hands
and go on with my day.
S Sep 2017
How would you feel if it were you.
How easy it is to speak but not do.
We had something, maybe...nothing,
I don't even know what did we,
let's just say that nothing was my favorite.
How is it that you can share memories with someone and then just go.
That's how it is.
I see our past
I see it as a movie,
although I don't know its genre, yet.
We made a movie and you left,
now in all the scenes it is just me and a missing character,
an important one.
I've never seen an earthquake somehow I've lived one,
how can that be? Well it is.
You just came into my life,
so unexpectedly and you were there,
you showed yourself as the actor,
the protagonist,
but you were the double, the stunt,
made to rehearse not to present.
You came in and you were a part of me, then you just left and took along with you  everything you were part of.  
You tore me apart
You were the earthquake that destroyed the little I had built.  
So now I'm here without you and without me.
S Sep 2017
A human's mind is such a flash thing.
So flexible, so destructible, so invisble,
Yet so huge.
You can't explain your mind,
Somehow it's the source of your every thought.
But it's fragile,
One day our thoughts will vanish from our minds.
Which is why our best thoughts,
they must be stored,
but Where?
Should I share the most valuable thing with someone else? Another mind? No.
I must write,
I must keep my thoughts and feelings in the pages, where they're safe.
I will let the ink and the paper be my trusted ones.
Written on January 24th, 2016

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