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 Jun 24
kortu valentine
this poem, honey, is all you’ll get –
not out of cruelty,
but fear.
every time i opened the door,
you’d flinch,
step back,
and leave me
with unsaid words,
and cruel bitterness.
this one is about the weight of all the things i never got to say.
September 6, 2017
 Jun 24
minx
bella, just be forward with me
do you love me ?
do you love me still ?
because i can't keep living with that knife in my chest
struggling to breathe, because you just barely missed my heart

bella, just be forward with me
do you want me back ?
do you want me back in your arms ?
because i can't keep living like it doesn't hurt
like the blood hasn't already stained my clothes

bella, just be forward with me
do you miss me ?
do you miss the honeymoon period
where we were so in love, so immersed in each other
no matter what anyone said, we always belonged with the other ?

bella, just be forward with me.
"i miss youuu" shut up, please.


cause HOW is she gonna text me, acting like she still loves me and adores me after that whole fallout. i miss her. i miss her a lot.
 Jun 23
Dr Peter Lim
Ah, how our hearts long
to love and belong!
I’m so tired of loving you.
Of holding a space
you can never fill.

Your absence
is all-consuming,
constant.
It presses.
It stings in stillness.

I close my eyes,
and your face
is still waiting for me there.

I don’t want to forget you.
I just want the remembering
to stop tearing me apart.

If there’s a way
to stop loving you
without falling apart,
please-
show me how.
I’m too tired to keep trying,
and too full of you
to stop.
An honest plea to be able to let go…
 Jun 16
Nobody
i never really loved myself
but **** i loved you
*casually writes something thats not poetry and posts it on hp*
I'm not sorry for loving you
but I'm sorry for putting you first
before myself
I'm not sorry for loving you
but I'm sorry for thinking you wanted me
I'm not sorry for loving you
but I'm sorry for thinking you were the one
I'm not sorry for loving you
I'm not sorry I stopped loving you
I'm not sorry for wanting nothing to do with you
I'm not sorry
I'm done with you
slightly inspired by "not sorry for loving you" from the EPIC musical
her sillage settled in my room
after she left
it brings back memories of
what we did that night
your lips pressed against mine
my hands on you soft skin
feeling the curves of your body
I was high on your touch
couldn't get enough
always needed more of you
now you're gone
and all I'm left with
are the memories
sillage: the degree to which a perfume's fragrance lingers in the air when worn

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