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 Mar 2015 Aada
MN
01/27/2015
 Mar 2015 Aada
MN
When we are together, everything is perfect.
You look at me and smile with that gorgeous smile of yours, showing me that there is no place you would rather be.
You kiss me as if it's the first and last time you will ever see me.
You cup my face in your hand, one hand on my cheek, and the other on the small of my back pulling me close to you.
Yet, when we are not together we barely talk. At first I had wanted more than just human affection from you, but began to realize that that was enough.
So I set myself up to not get attached.
But the moment you say you want more than this, I'll be yours.
 Mar 2015 Aada
Annabel Lee
You sit beside me and I’m warm
I slide into your arms
Like coming home
Your smile can just light up my world

But we’re just friends
Please don’t push
Please don’t ask for more
Because, we’re just friends

You call me beautiful
And brush the hair from my eyes
Gentle with my porcelain heart
That warms to your touch

But we’re just friends
Please don’t push
Please don’t ask for more
Because, we’re just friends

Your eyes meet mine
In a sudden spark
Fireworks just from holding your hand
And I know if this keeps up
I’ll want more

But we’re just friends
Please don’t push
Please don’t ask for more
Because, we’re just friends

Your words escape
Like bubbles from your lips
Your perfect soft lips
How can such perfection say such hurtful words?
Love?
Please don’t make me cry
I need you here
In the real world
Where love can’t exist
I need you to help me brave the storm

But we’re just friends
Please don’t push
Please don’t ask for more
Because, we’re just friends

If you keep pounding away
I’ll shatter like glass
I know it’s not fair
And I want you too
But I’m broken enough already
Losing you might **** me

So, we’ll just be friends
Please don’t push
Please don’t ask for more
Because, we’re just friends
 Mar 2015 Aada
bcg poetry
and i'm happy you're in my life again and i'm happy we have eachother again but you have to understand that sometimes we can't talk

not because i don't want to
i always want to talk with you

but sometimes peering into your life for too long reminds me that for a little while you didn't want me to be apart of it
 Mar 2015 Aada
bcg poetry
Now I'll come back and see you when I'm feeling alone, but just make that promise you'll pick up the phone.
 Mar 2015 Aada
Anshika
I'm okay
 Mar 2015 Aada
Anshika
I gather up the courage to ask you
What’s been boiling in my mind.
I steel myself and type those words
To click send took a lot of time.
I’m okay.  I’m okay.

I was hoping for confirmation
Some comforting explanation.
Instead, I got a dose of reality
The truth never works out for me.
I’m okay.  I’m okay.

Tuesday morning, I woke up.
I just lay in my bed.
I thought about last night
Played it back through my head
I’m okay.  I’m okay.

I stepped into the shower, my sniffles faint
My resolve crumbles and so do I.
At last, I’m free of restraints.
On the shower floor, where I can cry.
I’m okay.  I’m okay.

At school, I’m slow, unresponsive
Some notice, they ask me if I’m good.
Obviously, I lack my normal grin.
To strangers, I’m just “misunderstood”
I’m okay.  I’m okay.

I get home, log back on.
I’m sorry.
I thought my tears were gone.
I log out.  Close my laptop.
Me too.
I’m still okay.  I’m still okay.

Later, when I come back online
I happen to see a certain post on your wall
I thought I was fine.
But as it turns out
*I’m not okay at all.
 Mar 2015 Aada
David Bojay
I'm okay
 Mar 2015 Aada
David Bojay
I'm so used to having the world in my hands.
At least it feels like it.
I'm so used to the world disappearing every now and then.
It's a bad sense knowing the world might disappear any moment no matter how hard you grip it in your hands.
It's bad that I'm okay with the door being open, I'm prepared for a few more scars.
I'm okay with dreaming.
I'm okay with pain.
I'm okay with not knowing where to go.
I'm okay with scars on my knuckles.
I'm okay with trying for whats worth it at the moment.
I'm okay with consequences.
I'm okay with not knowing what to write about sometimes.
I'm okay with giving up addictions, I found a new one, at least for the moment.
I'm okay.

— The End —