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I guess it was never mutual
And there's nothing to mend
It's time to move on
You're just an imaginary best friend
It's scary to know that the one you treated as a best friend, never really thought of you the same way.
 Feb 2015 Aira Malit
Kim Santiago
I'm really exhausted.
No matter how many hours I sleep.
No matter how much coffee I drink.
Or rather how long I lie down on my old bunk bed.
It seems like something inside me has given up.
My soul is tired.
I'm tired.
 Feb 2015 Aira Malit
Kim Santiago
SAD
I once knew a boy, who fell in love with a girl,
Who smiled the thought of her name.
I once knew a girl, who fell in love with a boy,
Who felt the very same.

But it became a struggle, and timing was wrong,
And love decide they didn't belong.
Oh my, what a terrible fate!
To bid goodbye and walk away.

After many years they meet again
He knows their love is worth the climb,
But the poor little girl is afraid of heights,
And leave the boy hanging behind.
I recall his voice sometimes when it's late and the world is quiet.
Longing for it to once more say my name.
I feel it vibrate through me.
It plays like a song,
focusing not on the words but the sound.

When I close my eyes I can see his face.
Handsome and strong,
a smile that lights his essence.
I could gaze at him forever not wanting time to continue,
knowing that he is a masterpiece.

I sometimes start to drift to things left unsaid,
silence and missing him always echoing the same.
Our souls are tangled in this unexplainable way,
curiosity and wonder always setting my skin on fire.

I could go to him...
but I've built walls that would crumble,
spent so much time stacking this house of cards.
We all share a moon I once was told.
Yet I never counted falling stars until he left, and took a piece of the sky with him.

I keep lullabies on my lips at night,
At those times when insomnia lays on the side of my bed,
Right where he should be.
My skin burns and my heart aches,
but I know now he's just a ghost.
He once was as real as touch,
only to become as strangled as my breath.
 Feb 2015 Aira Malit
Jade Anne
Waking up is literally the worst part of my day.
You’re all through my dreams every night,
what should have been and could have been, what was.
I get to kiss your precious lips and be held by you and told ‘hey, it was all just a nasty dream I’m still here, I’m still with you and I love you’ But that is the nasty dream because you’re not still here
you’re not still with me
and you don’t love me
and that is still breaking my heart every single day.
I hate waking up.
Today I woke up to a message saying ‘baby come back, you can blame it all on me’ and I remember from June 2013 to November 2014 that was the one thing that you consistently done, was sing that stupid song in that high pitched annoying tone that I loved and it broke my heart even more.
I don’t really know why I’m so sad over you today but I am and I can’t cope today is a bad day. I’m sick of dreaming of all the things that made me happy, you. And waking up to ******* nothing. Please just come home. I love you so much.
(j.a)
not really a poem but thoughts
 Feb 2015 Aira Malit
Kim Santiago
I got flowers today. It wasn't my birthday or any special day. We had our first argument last night, and he said a lot of cruel things that really hurt me. I know he is sorry and didn't mean the things he said because  I got flowers today.

I got flowers today, it wasn't our anniversary or any other special day. Last night, he threw me into a wall and started to choke me. It seemed like a nightmare. I couldn't believe it was real. I woke up this morning sore and bruised all over. I know he must be sorry, because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today, it wasn't Mother's Day or any other special day. Last night, he beat me up again. It was much worse than all the other times. If I leave him, what will I do? How will I take care of the kids?  What about money? I'm afraid of him and scared to leave. But I know he must be sorry, because he sent me flowers today.

I got flowers today. Today was a very special day. Today was the day of my funeral. Last night, he finally killed me. He beat me to death. If only I gathered enough courage and strength to leave him. I would not have gotten flowers today.
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