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Mary Frances Aug 2018
I never thought sweet words would hurt.
From your lips to my heart, it created a wound.
Words so sweet, now the cause of my pain.
Words so sweet, but scars I gain.
It's too painful.
It's too late.
Your "I love you" is a bitter bait.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
My heart forgot the melody
like what it used to sing.

The words remained
but not the tune.

And now that you're gone,
I'm trying to hum the music.

But all I can hear is silence
and an a capella that my heart is trying to sing.
Mary Frances Sep 2018
I am afraid.
Afraid that the lightning
will strike me;
that I couldn't bear to listen
to its thunder.
Afraid that no matter how hard
I try to protect myself,
I'll still end up hurting.
Mary Frances Sep 2018
It's either you let it go
and forget about it,
or you get it back
and fulfill it.

I just wish you did the latter.
Mary Frances Nov 2017
As the rain pours and hides my tears,
I am thinking of all my fears.
My fear of losing you.
My fear of falling out of love with you.

As the rain pours and touches my skin,
I am thinking of us and what could have been.
What would happen if we took the risks?
What would happen if we knew what went amiss?

As the rain pours and drenches my heart,
I'm in pain thinking we're apart.
Hoping that as the rain goes away,
You'll come back and stay.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
My tears flow
as my heart breaks.
I tried not to listen
but I can't deny the ache.

You've done it before,
you're doing it again.

I've had enough.
You know I'm not that tough.

Please take pity.
If not for me, then at least, for my heart.
Mary Frances Oct 2018
It's bittersweet how you become
the love I see in my eyes
yet the pain I feel in my heart
at the same time.
Mary Frances Jun 2018
It's been so long since the last entree
I've been stuck, lost my scribbled sheets
my mind is empty but fully chaotic
of words unsaid, unwritten, undone.

Can someone reach out?
I'm drowning, falling deep
I'd like to be saved,
I'd like to be spared,
kept safe in the midst of crowded lies.

My soul is caged,
locked down by frozen dreams,
******* by unfinished poems,
tortured by crumpled music notes.

I want to be free;
where my pen can write the words,
where my lips can speak rhymes,
where my heart can finalize songs.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
Lips were sealed.
Hearts were broken.

And then I looked into your eyes,
all I can see are lies.

Then I heard my heart breaking again.
Mary Frances Oct 2018
I am a collection of shattered,
broken glasses.
My sides and edges are sharp
and may cause a wound
to whoever dare to hold me in their hands.
You may think that only my large shards can hurt but the truth is,
it's the small ones that can create the most pain.

Despite these things, is your love still
willing to embrace my brokenness?
Mary Frances Oct 2020
They said that even demons
sometimes have a change of heart.
This made me wonder.
My demons' hearts never changed.
But mine did.
And it got even darker
as it gets broken over and over again.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
As clouds drift away,
so does my heart.
Mary Frances Nov 2019
I see love with all those beautiful colors,
with colors brought by Dusk and Dawn,
with colors when the Sun kisses the sky as it rises
and the horizon, as it sets.

I see love with all those beautiful colors,
like how blue the sky is in a clear, bright day,
like how fresh the flowers and leaves are in early Spring.

Though there are times that love is dull and dark,
with colors that are grey and black,
like how the clouds become heavy in gloomy days,
love still remains to be beautiful.

For to be loved is beautiful.
And being loved by him will always be beautiful.
Mary Frances Jun 2018
It's guilt. Maybe, it's pity.
It's a shame when you love someone like that.
Out of courtesy though out of line,
as you think you owed it to them at one time.

You can't say the words.
You can't even whisper some.
In fear you might hurt
he, whose heart is in line.
You ended up keeping it all.
Ignoring that you're already lost  the heart you own.

You think you're saving yourself but you're really not.
You know you're digging deep for yourself to rot.
Mary Frances Jan 2019
I had my heart broken
when your lips spoke of forever
yet I couldn't see forever in your eyes.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
You keep
crawling back
under my skin,
within my thoughts,
and
inside my heart.
Mary Frances Aug 2018
You are drifting further and further away from me
And I don't know if I'll stay or leave you be
I feel like I'm no longer of use to you
You've reached your dreams
but I still have to reach mine too.

Pray tell, between us two,
what am I to you?
Mary Frances Oct 2017
'Drip, drip, drip, drop'
goes the Rain

'Drip, drip, drip, drop'
my tears with pain

'Drip, drip, drip, drop'
then my heart breaks

'Drip, drip, drip, drop'
Please stop the ache
Mary Frances Oct 2018
We started with sweet,
sensual exchange of words.
But instead of ending up
under the sheets,
we ended up with broken hearts.
Mary Frances Aug 2019
I've been asking every time I fall asleep,
that when I close my eyes, will I still be in one's heart to keep?
When tomorrow comes and I won't be awake,
will there be someone who'll cry for my sake?
If at the middle of the day, I will suddenly fall,
is there anyone who'll answer my last cry and call?
When everything is done and in time, I'll be gone,
will you remember the moment when I was your beloved one?
Mary Frances Oct 2017
They all have happy endings.
Queens and Kings
Princes and Princesses,
brave Heroes and fulfilled dreams.

I wish I have one too
Someone of pure heart and so true
who will give me my happily-ever-after,
a life with less sadness and more laughter.

That's what I wished for when I was a child
when I still had a heart so mild
Then it changed when I started loving Princes and Kings
coz my heart became part of their other broken things.
Mary Frances Aug 2018
That's the funny thing about falling in love though.
It's like playing poker.
The lesser you show emotions,
the more effective your bluff will be.
And the bet?
YOUR HEART.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
The clouds are grey
covering the skies.
As fear creeps in
to this heart of mine.

Darkness falls,
I don't know who to call.

Then I think of you. . .

And I become more afraid
you'll **** my all.
Mary Frances Nov 2018
You feasted yourself with
the beauty you saw in front of me.
The smiles, the laughter, and
the nonsense talks behind
those mischievous glances.
Yet you never cared to look
or even spare a glimpse
at the scars branded at my back.
Mary Frances Sep 2018
You are my forbidden fruit
- the sweetest sin
I repeatedly commit.
And I have no plans to stop
- because the heart that loves
will never go adrift.
Mary Frances Aug 2018
As I'm drawn to your sweetness,
you became my fragrance,
my superficial addiction;
like a bee hungry for the flower's nectar.
Mary Frances Nov 2019
I love to see you fly freely
without the shackles that bind you to me
without the thin red string that connects us
without the belief that we're meant to be.

I love to see you fly freely
with all the love I can give
with all the wish I can whisper
with all the smile I offer for your dreams.

I want you to be free
Not looking back to what you'll leave behind.
Free from worries of what should have.
Free from worries of what should be.
Mary Frances Nov 2018
He lived a perfect life.
He was good, unselfish, affluent.
And they thought he was happy.
He smiled, laughed.
But inside, he always knew.
His life was a lie.
He lived a life good for two.
Yet, he loved truly.
That's the only truth he knew.
And all they had was a note after.
Written were his woe, his joy, his wish, himself.
He was then beside the Moon feeling her warmth,
embracing her beam.
His empty sorrows ended.
He was finally liberated.
I would like to dedicate this entry to our LGBT brothers and sisters who are still persecuted by society because of their preferences. And are still living a life that's expected of them because of these persecutions. I was inspired in writing this after reading a book where the main character's father committed suicide after his daughter discovered who he really was. He didn't want to live a life of lie anymore and wanted to be true to himself but he also didn't want to destroy the family he built. He was torn between his family and himself. He couldn't take it anymore so he decided to end it forever and just left a note for her daughter saying he'd always love her.
Mary Frances Oct 2018
No one can take you away from my heart,
not even Death.
I may forget the details of our sweet memories
but my heart will remember the feeling
of the most wonderful freedom of our love.
Mary Frances Oct 2018
You are the Gift of Love
I gave to myself.
My love for you
defies distance,
conquers barriers,
and transcends lifetimes.
Mary Frances Aug 2020
I've been dreading the time when all will end.
Like how my dreams cease when I awake.
You're walking away, bringing every bit with you.
Like how the Autumn leaves silently fall, taking away the warmth of Summer.
I may have seen it coming like the start of winter.
So I'll just welcome the cold while letting my tears fall.
With those tears comes everything I have and all that's left to say,
"Goodbye, my love."
Mary Frances Sep 2018
I gave my heart with his HELLO
and broke it with our GOODBYE.
He
Mary Frances Dec 2017
He
He was positive.
He brought out the best in me.
He made me realize things with wisdom and clarity.
He erased all insecurities.
He made me see the other side of the world with glee.

He was negative.
He brought out the worst in me.
He made me angry and mad with so much ingenuity.
He wounded my pride and distorted my complexity.
He burnt my patience until it was gone entirely.

He was neutral.
He never put blame on anyone or anything.
He stayed silent during the times my mind was on chaos.
He never took any sides though it was obvious I was at fault.
He remained to be a listener and gave judgment by default.

But in everything he was,
in everything he is,
he would still remain to be my "once twisted dream".
Mary Frances Sep 2018
He knows I'm not perfect.
He knows all my flaws too well.
He knows there's a void in me no one could fill.
And yet he chose to love me still.
Mary Frances Nov 2018
He got lost along the way
abandoning what's left in his sanity.
He forgot himself while chasing
the dream that was not meant to be.
All he remembered was the warmth
of her name on his lips and the
feeling that came with it.
And that's how she saved him.
Mary Frances Oct 2018
I get drunk just from
the thoughts of you.
Imagine what will happen
if you'll be close.

This is how you affect me.
Mary Frances Jan 2019
If I stop my own heart,
will it stop loving you?
Will it stop hoping for you?
Will it stop longing for you?
Will it stop missing you?

If I stop my own heart,
will you start loving me too?
Will you start hoping for me?
Will you start longing for me?
Will you start missing me?

I wonder.
Mary Frances Aug 2018
And then he gave me things,
expensive things
then I told him he couldn't buy an affection
that was already dead,
much more an illusive love.
Mary Frances Feb 2018
Will you whisper to me those words?
Sweet words protected by Knights and conquered with swords?
Words prized by Queens from the revered lips of Kings?
Words soft and fragile as butterfly's wings?

Whisper to me those words while they are still true.
Whisper to me those words while they still hold the meaning of me and you.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
You are just a thought
a projection of my imagination

My heart gave you life
My mind, your soul

You know my thoughts
my deepest desires
my dreams, my hopes
and where my world evolves

You become constant,
the one driving me crazy
Seeking your unreal presence
whenever I'm lonely

I started talking to you
as if you're really here
and then one day I realized
You already have my heart so dear

I fell hard
and I'm still falling..

With you, my imaginary friend.
Mary Frances Jul 2018
I've long lost mine.
The reason my pen's cold
and my paper's crumpled.

Days become dry,
hours, boring.
Poems are unfinished,
and my motivation's running low.

My mind's starting to rust.
My heart, insensitive.
Eyes are tired.
Voice, hoarse.

I need help.
Please bring it back,
even just a drop
of the inspiration I lack.
I've been bored, tired and demotivated for the past few days. I don't know how it started. I feel so unproductive. I really just want to sleep.
Mary Frances Mar 2018
I've sailed the widest ocean
to find the answers beyond the horizon.

I've climbed the tallest mountain
to reach the farthest sky.

I kept seeking for distant falling stars
to make a wish and make it come true.

But no matter how I try, in the end, everything goes back to you.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
There you are again passing by me
You looked but you didn't see
You didn't notice that part of the view
Is just staring and thinking of you

Your name, I wish I could call
And tell you that you're the best among all
But such words, I couldn't speak
Kept in my heart and making me weak

My spirit's strength is my love for you
My heart's content is the sight of you
But you don't know, for I couldn't reveal
Even a clue of what I truly feel

But if you'll just take a moment to realize
That in the silence you hear, my love lies
And in that same silence, you have a friend
who loves you dearly with a love that has no end
Mary Frances Oct 2018
I talked to the Moon,
in all Her brightness and light,
about you and I.
I whispered to Her all the words
I kept in my heart with the hope
that She will whisper those to you while you sleep.
I asked Her to keep you in Her embrace
while Her Stars give light in your darkness.
And I tied my desires to Her beam
as I promised my heart to you.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
I've written the words for me and you
and every time I'm happy and blue.

I've written the words of how I feel
even though it's painful and real.

I've written the words my heart wants to say
and still wishing they will reach you someday.

To you, I may have been smitten,
Still, those words, I've only written.
Mary Frances Nov 2017
Will you be sad once I turn my back?
Will you shed a tear knowing we'll be apart?

Will your heart break with the thought we'll never see each other?
Will you miss the times when we're together?

Will you write me letters saying it's me you miss?
Will you buy gifts like I'm still in your Christmas list?

Of all these things I ask of you,
I know I will, I do
but, WILL YOU?
Mary Frances Sep 2018
I write for the words my voice left unspoken.
I write for the feelings my heart didn't show.
I write for the tears my eyes never shed.
I write for the things that never come to light.
I write for the version of me that I put aside.
Mary Frances Jul 2020
I have been listening to you. To all your worries and pain, your sorrows and tears, your brokenness and shame. I've witnessed everything, held you heart and loved you all the same.

But when my time came and all of me became broken, why did you throw me away?
Mary Frances Jan 2019
I reached out unto your cage to release your shackles
but you closed your doors hurting my hands.
The pain is real and I am left confused.
All I ever wanted is for you to be free.
Yet you bowed your head in defeat
and retreated back into the shadows.
I'm not sure for whom my tears will be.
Do I let them fall for you?
Do I let them fall for me?
I've wounded myself and the scars are reminders of you.
I never thought holding on to you would be this painful.
I'm ready to take the fall with you
but you are full of what ifs and maybe.
So I guess I'll just let my tears fall for me.
Mary Frances Oct 2017
Let's pretend everything's fine
Let's pretend that you're still mine

That even if it hurts big time,
I still write poems for you with rhymes.

Let's pretend that we have no end.
That I love you still
and stay, you will.

All that we have,
all that we will be..
Let's pretend.
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