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 Nov 2020 Shrika
Celestial
Away
 Nov 2020 Shrika
Celestial
The cold hole in my chest is returning.
How do I treat this yearning?
To you I can not be turning.

You told me so.
I can no longer be your doe?
How far must I go?

As far as I walked,
We still talked.
Then my heart you locked.

The present makes me bitter.
I'm thinking of a quitter.
This is useless chitter.

So I still wait,
On your open gate.
This will be my fate.
i open my eyes
everything burns

i close my eyes
i tend to learn

i open my heart
everything crumbles

i close my heart
i tend to mumble
im not that great, im not that smart
im not the cutest, im not the funniest
im not the best, im not the worst

youre smart, youre funny, youre quick-witted
and youre flawed, youre very flawed

is it because of those flaws, that you chose someone else
is it because of those flaws, that they understand you more
is it because of those flaws, that you dont see me for who i am

or are you not flawed at all

am i the flawed one?
 Nov 2020 Shrika
J
that's what i'm telling myself as i think of her.
her best friends messaged me
i broke her heart.
would they have preferred that i
continue to hurt us?
i miss her, i miss her a lot.
i know she doesn't understand this
and that her friends hate me so very much.
relax, Gaige, I hate myself a fuckton more
it was the right choice, this is what needed to be done
we weren't good for each other.
god but i feel like ****. i feel so sad and alone and
**** but..
was it?
i never posted something this short, it was supposed to be posted yesterday. she ended up making another account and we talked. and we're back together. i told her this was the only chance we're giving us, we can't give ourselves any other choice. I'm really sad sick.
 Nov 2020 Shrika
Raven Blue
Snail
 Nov 2020 Shrika
Raven Blue
Snails walk too slow;
And everyone thinks they are low.
But beyond that weakness,
They work hard to make some greatness.
They walk through every road;
Fighting the obstacles on their own.
 Nov 2020 Shrika
Raven Blue
As little Raven is falling;
Memories keeps reminiscing.
The clock's hands are turning back.
The past's time is coming back.
Flock of ravens flying through woods;
But that memory isn't that good.
Little Raven was just watching them flying;
Over a broken little window.
Imagining to be free from dying,
And could fly freely over the rainbow.
Little Raven (III)
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