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Ive lost in love
The only thing ive ever felt was missing
I found my complete
And happy ending
That ended just as predicted
Nothing but aches
And pains
And wishing
I had never wanted something so badly
To risk everything to get it
And i lost more than i gained
Except for the pain
I hurt and regret learning ur name
And caring at all
I should never have fall..en
All ur mistakes i tolerated
And lost my pride
In the process
I am a shell
Inside is hallow
No compassion, no connection
I dont think ill ever find another
Love to garner my affection
U were a once in a life time lesson
She is filled with a fire
burning all of her desire

Kept alive those flames
Remembering alltheir names

This volcano will erupt soon
Turning the world into a ruin
flame in a dark pit
rain on a mountain
ice
   in the veins:
                          blockade
one of these days

techno nightmares will break
through
   analog purity,         of course
      they will but,         then
   you'll have it your way,
where dust becomes you more
than your electric
   dreams,         of course,
you would rather be muted

i won't
For ya, gibs. Gittin goot.
 Feb 2019 The Poetic Fairy
Erika
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
 Feb 2019 The Poetic Fairy
your worth is unmeasurable

its value is so high
yet so low

all it takes is
the right person
to determine
how much you’re worth

but
don’t let an unmeasurable soul
measure your worth.

don’t let one with an
unmeasurable worth
determine the value
of yours.
- don’t gift fragile hands with the power over your worth and be surprised of the repercussions.
I've seen the universe through a telescope
all the vast, grasping so little purpose.
But next to you
watching the rise and fall of your chest
as you're sound asleep next to me
I felt the meaning of universe
trapped in the breathe of your lungs.
 Feb 2019 The Poetic Fairy
Faith
Hoping you will look at me
The way I look at you
Wishing you think of me
As much as I think of you
Praying you want me
As much as I want you
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
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