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 Aug 2017
ri
falling out of love was easy.
all you had to do was make a call,
break a heart,
find someone new.
i guess that’s only if you fall out at all. i guess i'm still waiting for that.
i've been waiting for a while.
longer than it feels and shorter than I tell myself
i have a fear that i’ll be waiting to fall out of love with you when i have canyons in my face from age and broken legs from climbing up this mountain.

you can't tell people that your heart isn't the only thing broken.
bedsides from just being damaged goods, they've heard all your songs before. they're tired of it. "move on, change the station please, this melody is making me carsick. you've had your time to mourn."
everyone had their fair share of breaking. nobody cares.

and no one cares about poetry. no one cares that a poet cries when they think about daffodils or that they feel physical pain in their chest when they think about what wasn't meant to be but it happened anyway.
a poet writes for themselves, and how selfish is that? they consider others only when their chest stops hurting and expectations boil in their brain.
this honestly isn't good i'm sorry
 Aug 2017
Poetoftheway
You would love me more

if you knew
the things I don't say

love me more
for the tears repressed/unseen

the thoughts that rise
yet fast sequestered,
virus quarantined,
lest infection spread

occasional
moan groan
an Ebola moon June
escapes,
inquiring ears overhear
and ask...

but quick deflected
with a
** hum,
nothing luv,
pushed back into
the hidey hole of opprobrium
and acid reflux

why why
suppress
if loving you better
the net net of it?

this is not the candy coated,
but the coal glow strife
that cannot be
quenched nor
solved with
anti-pain
meds

so put away, aside,
push back inside

you would
love me better
for the sharing,
but love me enough
for the be I be,
let my roughened edged pains,
be buried with my remains

a love unfettered
will place no obstacle
before you
from within me

love me for the man I am,
just the average man iam,
knowing that not knowing all,
not a deceit,
but a reprieve,
what I share,
strained and sleeved,
tho unrelieved,
it is relief
that burdens but,
only me
11-1-14
 Aug 2017
PairedCastle
If I could take it back, I would have listened more.
I knew that this day will come.
I was really happy to see you.
I was really happy to talk to you.
I was really happy that you visited me.
I was really happy, and sad.
I was hopeful but skeptical.
I was really afraid.
I was happy to talk to you.
I was happy to see you.
I, for a second, wanted you back.
I, for a second, so hoped that you'd want me back.
I was so afraid.
I couldn't even breathe.
It took me years to get over you.
I wish I could take back all the words that I said to you.
I didn't even say sorry.
I was happy.
I thought of how well you treated me.
Again, I was afraid.
Got inspired to write a poem because Night So Long from Haim was on Repeat.
 Aug 2017
Jungdok
You were once my sunshine
Shines through my face
Hiding all those disgrace
With your innocent looking face
 Aug 2017
Jungdok
I am in dire need of inspiration
Clearly losing my aspiration
Where is my determination
Finding motivation
Losing hope?
 Aug 2017
Jungdok
I fell in love with you
When I wasn't supposed to
And I have to pay the price
For risking our amity
Because it hurts so much.
 Aug 2017
robin
J
im sorry that you feel like i blame everything on you
that i never cared, or put in enough effort
i'm sorry that i couldn't give you what you need
i couldn't give myself what i need
either
im sorry that you love me so much you can't put it into words
and that im your everything
im sorry that neither of us know what to say when we need to hear it.
im sorry that i can't be what we need right now
im just falling apart
and i feel like i'm doing it all alone
im sorry my *** isn't big enough
or my **** aren't perky enough
and that im not good enough
im sorry that i talk so much about my past
im sorry that i hurt
i'm sorry that you hurt too
im sorry that i don't approach things in the right way
im sorry that i don't know how to help
im sorry that we both drag each other down
im sorry that you think i care about money and things
im sorry i got uncomfortable around your friends
im sorry i drink too much
im sorry i get afraid of things
im sorry that you feel like i didn't accept you.
im sorry.
 Aug 2017
Rosa Lía Elías
you say life
has beaten and stung you.
you say it’s left you
without a breath.
you say the rain
keeps falling
that sunlight never comes.
you cry yourself to sleep
every night in bed.
you whine when things
start getting rough
because you really
just don’t understand
that pain is sent
to shape you.
to help you grow,
and blossom and bloom.
for those beautiful flowers
that you see drenched in sun
were once pruned too.
© Copywrite Rosa Lía Elías
 Aug 2017
Chijioke Nnamani
Who needs approval
When you’ve got identity

Who needs peace
When you have truth

Who needs possessions
When you have prosperity

Lust
When you have love

Understanding
When you have trust

Good looks
When you’ve got self worth

The jeans
When you’ve got the genes

Who needs understanding
When you’ve got perspective

Comparison
When you’ve got purpose

Sleep
When you’ve got rest

Who needs to be seen
When you can be felt

Rewards
When you can have respect

Who needs more likes
When you can have more love

Guilt
When you have forgiveness

Who needs to overthink
When you can just do it

Who needs to Choose
When you can have it all

Who needs their thing
When you’ve got your thing

Who needs fear
When you’ve got a plan
 Aug 2017
oh me oh my
They ask me if I still love you.

I blush, grin and say;

of course.

Why?

Because your eyes are of the most utter ocean blue,

but other days they're the currents of the stormy grey sea.

I see a current of salty water, deep, once blue, but now a faded grey.

I see a bundle of darkened grey clouds in the distance,

and the thunder rumbles from your irises,

and I hear it pound in the back of my mind.

I wonder if you knew.

I see a spark of lightening flash, only once in a while,

while you look at her.

My throat corrodes with bile.


She says she sees green demons lurking in the depth of my own ocean currents,

and I shrug.

What am I supposed to say?

I know you think about her.

Night and day.


The hardest part,

is a generic, old saying.

If you love them,

you let them go.

If they love you enough to stay,

or to come back,

you never let go.





But you haven't come back.
EDIT: Wow. Never expected this to blow up as big as it did. I thank you all so much!
EDIT: 2/15/14
i would say i never loved you, but that is a lie.
they say that your *first* love makes *you realize*, your first *love* wasnt really your first.
i pray for the day this happens.
*getting over you was the best thing i ever did.
and i did it for myself.*
so, one last:
*******.
you.***
EDIT: 9/14/14
i still hate you.
and you don't deserve her.
EDIT:   12/01/14
im sorry. you still arent
the same person
and neither is she.
but we all grow up.

EDIT
10/14/20
I was going through my bookmarks
on my old computer and found my old writings.
I just wanted to update this one last time to say things are better,
things are good. Thanks again for all the likes and comments.
 Aug 2017
hazem al jaber
into my heart ...

inside heart ...
there you are ...
the main vein ...
there i crave your name ...
and drew your beautiful face ...
to be the beat to my heart ...
and without you ...
there no beat ...
O you ...
my lady ...
you only ...
grant me the beats ...
to get alive ...
to feel a happiness ...
only with you ...

sweetheart ...
loving you ...
the only thing i do ...
and thinking of you ...
as my heart always do ...
however my heart pulse ...
and it will always do ...
because you are ...
the reason to my all beats ...
and the destiny to this heart ...
because you live always ...
into my heart ...
with every seconds ...
day by night ...

hazem ...
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