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 Mar 2020 afiifa
jeffrey conyers
Maybe, I couldn't provide better things like your best friend's men.
But I tried.
And still if had riches?
I wouldn't want to be like them.

Maybe, we didn't take various trips?
Like they did.
But I tried.
And when looking back.
I can admit?
I did my best.

If anything?
You were stuck in their world trying to fit an image.
And when that faced fail them.
You came back down to earth and saw my worth.

By then, it just was a little too late.
 Mar 2020 afiifa
Viktoriia
i'm a little older now,
a little less naive.
there used to be
more colour
to my dreams,
but now there's just
a residue
of chances that i missed,
forever lost in time.

i'm a little smarter now,
a little less surprised
when people leave;
no heartbreaks,
no goodbyes.
and now i'm just
collecting lies
from strangers that i kissed,
one sparkle at a time.

i'm a little older now,
a little less naive.
sometimes i see
their faces
in my dreams,
but now they're just
a residue,
a taste upon my lips,
forever lost in time.
 Mar 2020 afiifa
Broken Pieces
13 days it's taken to be answered,
13 days and it's still going.
13 days and I'm missing him more,
13 days and I'm still hoping.
13 days please answer me,
13 days I want to talk to you,
13 days please can you see?
13 days and I've given up,
13 days I guess it's goodbye,
Because 13 days is too long to wait.
 Mar 2020 afiifa
Broken Pieces
There are too many feelings for me,
Too many feelings to really see.
I want so badly to just understand them all,
But I can never seem to break down the wall.
Feeling are such fragile things,
They are held upon many strings.
You can easily cut them out,
But then all you're left with is doubt.
I want just want to get rid of these feelings,
I don't want to hear about the healings.
Please just let me give in to the dark,
Because it's very clear that I'll miss my mark.
 Jan 2020 afiifa
Mancy
Firefly
 Jan 2020 afiifa
Mancy
You may not be
The moon or
A star or
The sun
Beaming vision to the world.

But to me
You are
The cute little
Firefly
Casting hope in me.
 Dec 2019 afiifa
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE

— The End —