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Love isn’t enough,
Nor is ***…..
If it was,
We would have been everything.

Love demands more
Needs presence,
Needs support,
Needs someone who sees your heart
For all its weight and worth.

Not just someone
Who laughs it off,
Or argues to win
Defines character,
Rather trying to know you

But that someone,
Who lifts you up
Who whispers, “I’ve got you,”
Not only in the dark, in bed,
But in the light, among the noise.

So I let you go
Of that hand that once
Made my body tremble
Gave me butterflies

Instead
For the one I trust
To keep my hands warm,
To cry with me
When I’m gone,
And bury me
With love still in their hands.
When true love becomes a tattoo filled with pain suffer and bitter misery, partnership moves forward maybe its not love but its not make you cold to death. Keeps you breathing
I was a
poet
you
were a sailor
Waves
came in couplets
words
in the brine

I was
reborn
with the ocean
in rhythm
Released
in its wonder
forever
— in rhyme

(Dreamsleep: June, 2025)
 4d Kalliope
abyss
I burn
and I burn
and burn.
Everyone loves it
when I burn for them.
They enjoy the warmth I give.
I burn and I burn,
yet no one burns for me.

Why keep burning then?
The answer is simple:
I don’t know how else to love.
I burn and I burn
until I can’t
anymore.
Some people love gently. I only know how to set myself on fire.
Sometimes I tear
not from the pain
but from a dream unheld
a cat curled warm
in the cradle of my hands
a sanctuary..
maybe safety...is just a castle
in a far away land
and I have to close my eyes
to be there.
safe and sound
but somehow, I see myself turning all the way around
a warrior will always run back into a burning house

If I should die today
I'll know my heart
tried to settle it's affairs
and understand the dark

but, Please
no more burning
Take it easy on the woman who sings
let the night hold me soft

Love,
from a past life
maybe I was a nightmare
and I deserved the tragedy
or could I have been
a sigh in the trees
My heart is
its very own stone on the altar
I think it's moonstone like
June lives inside its shelter
and sometimes amethyst
a calming prayer
a song.
my hope.
was used on the wrong people.
yes I know my mistakes.

but please
no more burning
take it easy on the woman who sings
let the sunlight hold me easy
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