25/F/Belgium I write all kinds of things. I publish my poetic writings on here. I appreciate constructive criticism. You may also basically say 'this sucks' - just be honest about it all. 0 followers / 549 words
The universe talks to me. And right now it's saying you're no good for me Everywhere I turn, I see how we would not work We're too similar We don't add to each other's character We don't grow together - we grow alongside each other We believe the same things - but when we don't, we can't hear the other out. I don't want to listen.
We drown in each other's eyes but claw up each others minds Planting traces of explosives that time will force together Into a whole, ready to shatter And take with it our sanity, Our mutual care Our love
You're no good for me, the universe tells me It gives me many alternatives, Throws people in my path Brings back old friends, previous acquaintances, long-forgotten memories I'm not listening yet.
The universe tries to talk to me I don't want to listen I want to drown in your eyes like you drown in my voice
The universe tries to talk to me. I don't want to listen.
But you don't talk to me anymore. Should I start listening?
i often wonder whether they can tell that i'm telling but not all that i'm hiding behind my smiles and time tables and that you're still on my mind
am i a fool? am i kidding myself enough for the both of us? did you not have to do anything in the end because i lied to myself enough did i do your work for you?
it doesn't hurt me anymore, you know I lie but seeing your face so distorted makes my hands shake and hearing your voice, destroyed, beaten makes my heart ache and feeling my blood run faster makes me angry and in general something in me feels like it'll break
you can't make me run like this anymore you can't continue making me feel this way anymore i'm hurting and i'm yearning, but worst of all I'm hoping for you to turn around, for you to clear the fog, for you to finally respond for you. to come back the way you left
You praised my heart and helping hand And for the longest time I could not understand How any of that could make me special Until you used those words to describe her And how perfect she is.
And that is the paragraph on how you broke my heart for the first time ever.
But even in my darkest hour, my darkest day Your doings could not take my humor away. I am more than what you did to me, I am more than what you made me feel.
Even when you broke my heart I could not be mean enough to try and tear you apart. I cried so many tears, But for the next few years I wished you only the best.
Even after you left that gaping hole Right there in the very centre of my soul, I could not hate you, never hate you Because I loved you, always loved you Beyond your kind heart and helping hands Your everlasting patience and my high demands You understood me like no one else had ever done You listened to me when I was undone You cared for me when I broke down And then you took my heart, my very crown.
You broke my heart, my spirit, my pride But the one thing you could never take from me is my reflex to fight I'll fight your impact, your demeanour, what you made me feel I'll reclaim what you took me from me and reveal Once and for all what I know to be my greatest strength My love for myself. And that can really For real Unlike you And what I once allowed myself to feel for you Last the entire length.
I can't keep up with your tricks; you lost my love like you lose your temper Hardly at first, then rapid like wildfire.
The wild fire that I was once compared to it now runs through your every action with them And burns our bond to the ground, little by little.
I'm not competing with you any longer.
I can't support your insecurities any more than you can pretend not to see mine. My heart breaks, but you all step on the pieces.
I'm not competing with you any longer.
Stay if you want. Leave if you don't. I won't care any more. I've cut my heart out for you and burned it In the fire you once compared me to The passion that once burned in me I'll rekindle it for someone else.
I was mad about being second best. I was mad about taking a second place in your heads. I was mad about what you discussed behind my back. I was mad about realising how mad it all made me become.
I was sad.
I was sad about how excluded you made me feel. I was sad about how vulnerable I had let myself become. I was sad about not feeling as important to you anymore. I was sad because I felt so alone without you. With you.
I was tired.
I was tired of seeing them push me aside. I was tired of being interrupted for your gains. I was tired of being used to broaden your shoulders And widen your egos I was tired of seeing her face and hearing you laugh at her words.
I was wounded.
Wounded because you left me all alone when I needed you. Wounded because you chose them over me. And her. Wounded because I had finally found my place and they took it from me. Wounded because my mistakes were haunting me. Wounded because you were hurting me, neglecting me, rejecting me.
Now you've come back to me.
Come back like I predicted. Come back like none of this ever happened. Come back like she was never here. Like I never asked you that question. Come back like we were never different. Come back like my heart is still yours and yours is still mine.
And now you smile at me, Talk to me, Laugh at me like nothing ever happened, nothing ever changed. Like we will still remain The same And I don't know what to think anymore Other than what love is made of.
How your smile has made my heart feel warm How your voice has given me giggles How your opinion has made me want to shout out in agreement How your eyes are the two things I look for among our friends How your warmth has driven out some of my icyness How your kindness has restored my faith How your ideas have lit up my mind How your passion has inspired my own How your presence has given me peace I never knew I lacked How your happiness is now one of the things I want to help realize How your generosity has made me realize how closed off I made myself become How your sharing fed my thirst to know How your stories replaced the need to make up my own How your support has made me realize what I actually need How your acceptance is what I now crave above all
How I can’t tell what happened when, but I still know