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How do I explain to a boy
drowning in numb apathy,
That all of my pulsing
love and empathy is for him?
... and I care too much. :'(
Too many emotions to filter through.
 Apr 2018 Valerie Zewald
oni
i did not
even know
that you could
love and hate
someone
at the same time,
even more so
did i not know
that i could feel
both emotions
so much
and so deeply -
together.
 Apr 2018 Valerie Zewald
Auss
I just want to feel
To feel someone's love for me
And not feel empty
I always feel ignored, annoying,  and like a burden to everyone.  I just want to find someone who makes it go away
 Apr 2018 Valerie Zewald
Haruharu
My desperate cries led you to ignore me.

You heard me, but chose not to listen.

You left me stuck and confused with the pain from your empty words..

The words of a fragile love song.

I'm left with sadness, caused by your true words.

Don't wait for me, you said.

I guess a fool never learns.
I woke up.
Messaged you.
Brushed my teeth.
Washed my face.
Had breakfast.
Swept the floor.
Cleaned the dishes.
Surfed online.

Then you messaged me back, saying you had-

Woke up.
Rode a bike.
Jogged with friends.
Breakfast.
Took a bath.
Went somewhere.

And where was I? Ah! *At the last.
 Apr 2018 Valerie Zewald
i
a cigarette on his dry lips,
he is cold, he grips
onto the lit cigarette,
imagining a person's
neck,
and he is determined
to break it.
This is not one of those stories about a demon who loves an angel.
We are both demons,
Demons can't love.
So what do we do now?
English version
 Apr 2018 Valerie Zewald
Mia
Why won't you try
To give this everything
And make it work.
Somedays I cry my heart out
Waiting for you to see me
And understand what I feel.
You hurt me with your indifference
cold hearted nonchalance.
Like whether I leave or not
Life goes on.
I ask myself
Does he even care?
or am I simply too available
A means to a starving end.
I need you to show me
You're human too
Be vulnerable and open up
I don't want to hurt you, just love you
But you won't even let me.
 Apr 2018 Valerie Zewald
mads
Depression's cold hearted grip will slowly tighten,
And strangle you  to the point of just past broken,
And keep you prisoner.
It will hold you captive for as long as it pleases,
For as long as you are not strong enough to break free,
And emerge; spreading your wings like a newly awaken butterfly.
Except you won't be new the day you emerge,
Your wings will be bruised and battered.
But over time, we will see,
They will regain their beauty and help you, once again, to fly free.
No meaning, or sense really.
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