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 Feb 2017 HT
Devon Webb
Empty-Handed
 Feb 2017 HT
Devon Webb
All I ever got
out of loving you
was a snog and a
fuckload
of poetry.
 Feb 2017 HT
Love
Who You Are To Me
 Feb 2017 HT
Love
You are the bags under my eyes
The bruises on my arms
And the cuts on my leg.

You are hour 50 of sleepless torture
8 cups of coffee a day
And another regretted bite.

You are the "I'm fine"
The little fibs that leave my lips
As part of my daily routine.

You are the tornado of thoughts
The flood of blood
And my beautiful nightmare.

This is who you are to me.
 Feb 2017 HT
Dracol Noir
You do not answer.
Why do you not?
Please, don't leave me here.
It's too dark, I can't see a thing.

Do you still remember?
You used to hug me a lot.
You are the one thing I do not fear.
I love you, I want to hear you sing.

I love your voice,
It is so beautiful.
I love you for who you are.
There's no need to change.

But you leave me no choice.
You have grown forgetful.
The light is fading from your star,
Yet still we have words to exchange.
 Feb 2017 HT
Dracol Noir
Ambivalence
 Feb 2017 HT
Dracol Noir
I hate you.
I hate you for loving me.
I hate myself.
I love you.
I love you for loving me.
I hate myself.
I love you for being you.
I could never love myself.
 Feb 2017 HT
love me
Still
 Feb 2017 HT
love me
i cannot believe how long its been
yet still i love every piece of you

i tell myself you felt the same way
you didn't mean to hurt me
not every word you spoke was a lie

but still i am unconvinced

what if
what if you did hurt me on purpose
would i still love you
...i would

it's a thought i cannot bear
 Jan 2017 HT
Javaria Waseem
Red
 Jan 2017 HT
Javaria Waseem
Red
The red moon is out tonight,
I'll meet you wearing the red flowing flames.
They might pull you towards me, so keep a distance.
Don't say afterwards that I played an unfair game.

At the top of the red building,
We'll decently get high on red wine
and just like that, unlock our deepest secrets
discovering every truth and every lie.

Hiding in the red sheets,
I'll leave red lipstick marks on your neck.
They'll be a tattoo on your skin ,darling.
Reminding you of our red date, just in case you ever forget.
She nails me
to her cross
and
I die
every time.

At ease with this
and
once more the
silver kiss
to nail me again.

Judas eludes me
as
we race through
Gethsemane
but he's lost to
my sight
and tonight
she
nails me again.


If I cry with the pain
when I die yet again
I want you to know
I love it.
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