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You are frustrating
You're stuck in a mess
That you alone created
Only you can solve the
Problems you have.
Why do you insist on
Making things worse
For yourself?

How many girls
Like/love you?
How many do you
ACTUALLY have
Those kind of
Feelings for?

Maybe that's
The problem
You need to figure out
How you really feel
About yourself
And the girls
That you've brought
Into your life.
I need you to know that
When you leave
I won't cry for you
I won't be heart broken
I'll simply say
Goodbye in the hopes
that maybe one day it will
lead to a long awaited
Hello
Goodbye
I now know what its like
To be so confused that you can't function correctly

T̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶f̶u̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶c̶r̶e̶a̶m̶ ̶a̶b̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶m̶a̶n̶y̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶d̶o̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶I̶'̶v̶e̶ ̶f̶i̶g̶u̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I love you but I don't and I can't

T̶h̶e̶s̶e̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶d̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶o̶f̶t̶e̶n̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶b̶e̶l̶i̶e̶v̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶ ̶Y̶o̶u̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶f̶a̶l̶l̶ ̶a̶p̶a̶r̶t̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶u̶r̶t̶ ̶a̶g̶a̶i̶n̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶b̶l̶a̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶b̶r̶o̶k̶e̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶s̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶r̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶f̶i̶x̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶Yours is still broken

I̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶ ̶c̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶f̶i̶x̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶,̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶b̶o̶t̶h̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶l̶e̶t̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶c̶l̶o̶s̶e̶ ̶e̶n̶o̶u̶g̶h̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶l̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶.̶ ̶I̶'̶v̶e̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶s̶o̶u̶l̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶d̶i̶d̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶r̶u̶n̶ ̶a̶w̶a̶y̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶r̶e̶ s̶t̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶I̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶e̶l̶s̶e̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶y̶.̶ ̶Not every one you love will run away

,̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶o̶p̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶d̶a̶y̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶'̶l̶l̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶a̶b̶l̶e̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶o̶n̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶l̶l̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶l̶e̶a̶v̶e̶
Something happened today
I felt something
My heart started
Beating again
Your words restarted
A heart that had
Fallen cold and motionless

You healed
A little part
Of me today
Some how you fixed just
A small fraction of
What you had broken

You don't just
Break hearts darling
Sometimes you fix them

So maybe now
You can hate
Yourself a little less
You need to know how to heal yourself
Snow is falling outside
Its cold and beautiful
It reminds me of better times
When love wasn't complicated
And hearts weren't so fragile

My love is like ****** snow
Untouched and refreshing
Thinking of you gives
Me horrible ideas
Ideas about love and
Other mushy things
But recently thinking of you
Gives me a sharp lingering
Pain in my chest.
Its snowing and it reminds me of you
Is that a good thing?
I love her.
No not ******* worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.
Your looks may fade... my love shall not.
Flowers are sitting in my window seal
They are so full of life
They're a symbol of love and devotion
They were delivered months ago
For a special occassion
From a boy I no longer love

Now there just dried flowers
Stuck to my wall
Hanging from white yarn
They symbolize past love
And how even in the end there is beauty
They've been there since
I fell out of love with him

I can't bring myself to take them down
Even as they wilted
They stayed beautiful
They're a reminder
That even if something dies
It was once special to someone
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