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 Aug 2018 Matadi
Blakbuttafly89
it wouldn’t matter if u came back today and told me u loved me cause when my heart missed a beat... it was bleeding for u and all I’ll remember is u Not needing me too...  honestly boop it still bleeds.... Just for you.....
 Aug 2018 Matadi
Blakbuttafly89
He who passed up his turn
at forever loving me...
He who choose to no longer crave kisses
from lips as soft as this
He who I will no longer name
it’s better that way to stay  mentally sane
He whom I choose to write his name in my history as my forever  dream
He who rejected disrespected and found ways to leave me feeling neglected
I scratched your name from my Heart
and scribbled down on The Pages Of My Diary
This is just to the He’s of my past
Sorry It just didn’t Last
 Aug 2018 Matadi
Blakbuttafly89
Why do I still see HIM in my dreams
to have this feeling of heartbreak…
for a man I haven’t even kissed
there has been a few that when things were over It wasn’t easy to digest …
but not like this… I feel like our souls connected it so this can’t be truly over
or was I just connected to HIM in hopes that he would save me like I knew only a man with his exact strength could
or is it just the fact that unlike most HE wasn’t in a rush to kiss on these lips
HE really wasn’t in a rush to kiss on the lips as soft as this
I really do miss you…
for the things I know we had potential to explore with each other
pillow fights date nights long walks in the park conversations that never seem to end late nights just you and I no covers all the lights so I could see the cold parts that Pierced your eyes shine bright no where left to hide at the door is where we left all pride
I wish I could rewind that night I should had told u my submissive heart would never had said no if he’d just came out with it.. just asked
****
my gut aches in pain at the thought of you
I never ever share my secrets I should have just listen to yours and not said anything about Mine  would I feel any better?
This **** is still hurts because I miss you
you said you moved on so there’s nothing left to do
except pretend I never met you
sun up to sun Down my spirit wanted u around

I feel so foolish never again I must hold true to myself I must hold my ground
 Aug 2018 Matadi
Blakbuttafly89
It should be me that you’re kissing
but it will be me that your missing
up late at night hoping praying wishing
stuck in the dating world straight endless  Cat fishing
it should be me holding u tight every night  
your name still sizzles at that back of my throat more than Mc Donald’s Sprite
constant memories of you My Beautiful Tragedy so I write
 Aug 2018 Matadi
Madisen Kuhn
lovely
 Aug 2018 Matadi
Madisen Kuhn
i am envious
of what you have,
but not
of who you are

regardless,
it withers me

instead of watching
your garden grow, even if
i find it
utterly dull;

perhaps,
i should start digging up
the earth in my own,
neglected plot

and observe
what becomes
I often find myself wanting what someone else has, especially if I feel they are "unworthy." I wrote this to express that feeling and attempt to correct + redirect my negative, unhealthy thoughts. Why not give all that energy and attention to my craft and see what grows?
 Aug 2018 Matadi
Mike Hauser
Do you take time out to listen

Or lend a helping hand

Do you see what others are missing

And try to give to them

Do you only give the basics

Or go much deeper than that

Do you spend time well, not wasting

Giving  till there’s nothing left

Do you try and solve the problems

Give a good listening ear

Is your shoulder easy to cry on

Are you comfort between doubt and fear

Do you try and do what’s right

In all that’s done and said

Guess what I’m asking at this time

Is do you do your best
 Aug 2018 Matadi
Allie Dotson
I was not born with fear
fear was put into me
I was not born with insecurities
society skewed my mind to believe In beauty

I'm was born free, curious and untrained from formal normalitys
why must an individual become
parallel
normal is varied
so why do we try to be alike
and we try to fit into a illusion that a society creates
a society that changes and grows
but how is so
people can't be different and unique
a double standarded we so apparently have to keep

we were born at different times and different hours
we are raised in different places and situations
do not let yourself be finalized by an acceptance
and become one of society's many prisoners
pressure might turn coal into a diamond
but for others it shall break them
 Aug 2018 Matadi
Dani Just Dani
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
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