it's the words i don't say
it's the words that i don't mean
that makes loving me so tiresome

it's the love i once lost
it's the memories i still have
that makes loving someone so hard

it's the apologies i never said
it's the fights that never ended
that makes moving on surreal

it's the poems i never wrote
it's the stanzas that were never finished
that makes my poems remind people of love

“If you've never been hurt by love,


Have you really felt love?”


She asked

-Vibeactivist

and if you love me
tell me with you arms open
little by little i shall also start loving you
with my heart open and my love driven

and if you love me
stop at that moment, and let it fade
for i shall also do the same
for love is for the loved and bereaved
not for me nor you

and if you never love me
i shall also never love you too
with my heart full and my regrets much
and my days in thoughts wishing you did

and if you love me at this moment and unsure of forever
i shall also love you then and not till whenever
for love is time and time is precious
and we'll save everybit of it we have

and if you love me without words
I shall also love you without actions
and leave the universe to sync our hearts
till we understand each other by just thoughts

and if you love me like i love you
i will be elated beyond reasoning
for i shall love you like how you love the beauty in darkness
for your love is mine and my love was, is and always be yours

somewhere in between
the abyss and the shadows
that where my heart is
waiting for the time to feel anything
waiting to be called upon

somewhere in between
the heavens and earth
that's where my love is
waiting for her love to be heard
waiting for true love to be found

somewhere in between
my past and my present
that where i lost it all
wishing it would all come back
wishing my love and my heart knew

when you read my poems—
do you see my words explaining
the littlest of details till you can breathe them,
feel them and then relate with them

do you call it beautiful like others—
yet can't relate, feel or breathe them,
knowing they don't understand any of it

do you like them without knowing—
how the words can build you a safe haven
keep you warm in this abyss of a world

do you space out as you read each line—
touching the stars and getting pulled
into a colourful and yet dark world of emotions

do you feel your heart respond—
as you see yourself in each stanza
wondering if we've experience life together

do you feel nostalgic by the message—
that each poem represents one of your emotions
that you've buried deep within to fit in as normal for others

do you just pass through them—
thinking it's just words by another inept human being
who doesn't know a thing about your life not to talk about emotions

when you read my poems
forget about who wrote it or why or where or how it came to be—
read to understand the depth of the emotion and how it affects you

she was dying
at least that's what everyone said
she was scared even her eyes couldn't hide it
but death didn't fear her like living did
living for others, living but partially dead
reminded that she could always just vanish—
vanish into the nothingness of death
yes, she was dying
but parts of her seemed more alive
her smile, her thinking, her heart mostly
how it made people around her feel warmth
but sometimes it was the anxiety
that leaves you fading into the background
that walks with you in that creepy hallway
and yes, she was dying
with every waking moment she was on borrowed time
no love, no thought of tomorrow just ****
it was just her in a world that didn't have space for her

if I die
tell them i lived beautifully
like marmalade skies and sunsets
i lived not defined by fear, regrets or anxiety
or plagued by the problems of others or the world
i smiled through difficulties and faced them
i lived exceptionally with love and trust
If I die
look my loved ones in their eyes and smile
for i'm finally free and happy in were I am
that i feared death but overcame it like others before me
that i made mistakes but here's my wistful apology
how i remember the good and bad times and cherish them both
If I die
with tears in my eyes
or words in my mouth
or regrets in my soul
or pain in my heart & words unsaid
i died with living in happiness from the beginning till the very end

-Vibe Activist