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Dianne May 2014
I think you gave me
too many signals
and I just
blinked
right through them.
Dianne May 2014
I had a dream about you last night. You sent me an e-mail about not caring about anything anymore. But me. You told me that you know that saying you love me is cliche' but you said you love me, anyway.

You have no idea how that e-mail made me happy. I remembered hugging my laptop from the dream. I read your e-mail until I knew it by heart but even in my subconscious dream I know it won't be enough.

So can you imagine the frustration and sadness and patheticness I felt when I woke up?

I should never wake up, again.
Dianne Apr 2014
though blurry
I see you clearly
under lidded eyes
is that such a surprise?

and your eyes half-closed
you lashes grows;
inch closer
i see further and further

------i am drowning
but why is that a good thing?
i still see you with my eyes closed

                       (**** the distance!
                        **** the cold!
                        no to resistance!
                        just be bold!)

oh dear, I am overdosed.
Dianne Apr 2014
"Decorate
Yourself
With
Flowers"--they say;
"It might make you okay."
But the only decoration
I want is your
name
whether
tattooed in vain or
scratched in pain.
Dianne Feb 2014
because when i hear this particular song you had told me about once, i still think of you. because i still check your blog even if i know you haven't updated it in two years. because i wait out for you to go online in facebook at our time and i wait until 3 am just to make sure. because i saw you sitting in 7eleven once and now i crane my neck to look at 7eleven just to check if you're there. because i still write your initials and scratch them heavily. because when i hear a song you'd like, i write it down and compile it to a mix. because when i drink coffee, it makes me think of you. because i bought these kiddie pirate tattoos and posted a picture of it to see if you'll like it. because every post i make wishes to get a like from you. because i want to go to where you are even if it's a five-hour bus ride away just to take a glimpse of your face. because i read the books you read. because i'm running out of reasons here. *i'm still in love with you. and that's mainly the reason why.
Dianne Jan 2014
I'm in love with you.






(And that's why I am trying to come up with 101 ways
to **** you and make you suffer over and over again
through poetry.)
Dianne Jan 2014
you are like
this
bitter medicine tablet
that I keep
trying to
swallow
but keeps
coming
back up.
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