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 Jan 2019
Poolza
You
You make me suffer but I love you
Your "love" makes me warm, but I don't see the fire it has started
I'm blinded by you and your words
You've broken my heart
Our relationship has taken over my life




I still love you
 Jan 2019
Matthew
Boy meets girl
They fall in love
and live happily ever after.
That's the way it has always been.

Boy meets boy or
Girl meets girl
they fall love
But one has to "disappear" tragically.
That's the way it has always been.
What a ******
 Jan 2019
Matthew
Listening to those Old Tunes
He didn’t want to tell him
That those melodies got to himself
Fatuous moments that would be internalized
By the music
By the love they gave in the pink
By the whims of each other selfishly
In love
Because now
A song is a conversation
They had when they were young
When they were naive
Believing their hearts would never dry
And believing that their absence wouldn’t make the other cry
When I wrote this one I wasn't trying to think of a concrete meaning and thinking mostly of nostalgia.
because sometimes using metaphors means that the meaning is the one that the reader finds. That you find. The conclusion that you draw would be just as valid as mine. Because I know as much about the poem as you do.
 Jan 2019
Matthew
Do you ever want to be naive?
Yearn to be in those moments when you were foolish
Before knowledge tainted our innocence
 Jan 2019
Matthew
When I finally decided to
Tell my brother I was gay
he was about to leave
I looked at him and said
"Before you go."
He looked back at me and told me
"What?!"
And I only responded with,
"I'm gay"
And he responded exactly like I thought
"Congratulations, you're a ******"
he said to me with contempt
But I just laughed

For he no longer had any power
This is almost a verbatim recount of what happened when I came out to my brother.
 Jan 2019
Matthew
He would write his perfect poems.
Then, read it with his golden voice.
I hated his perfection
because I knew he was what I wanted to be.
He would smile and nod
whenever I shared my flawed poems.
He could do everything I had ever even thought about wanting to do effortlessly,
and I could not accept that.
I hated how I knew I would never amount to him.
But why do I want to kiss him?
A Story.

— The End —