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But the truth is,
My dear,
You could break my heart
A million times  
In a million little pieces
And I would pick them all up
Just to put them back
Into your hands.
They say you never have the same love twice
And I find both a relief
and a great sadness
In those words.
i miss the words you'd say
i miss being together everyday

i miss the stupid jokes
i miss the way you'd walk

i miss the way you'd talk
i miss the way you'd hold me

i miss the loving things you'd do
i miss the cute texts you'd send me

but above everything else
i miss myself

i miss the trust i used to have
i miss the way i loved

i miss the joy that used to reside
inside my untainted heart

i miss my openness
i miss all those tears that i shed

i miss the way i was
before you made me love you
When did dating become a game?
And get so trashed?
Now all we think about is
"Hey, look at dat ***!"

People aren't special anymore
Legs are like open doors
We go from one to another
Wonder why we haven't found the right lover?
I cried.
It was only one tear, yes.
But it was there.

It was an ocean
And All 7 seas

And in that tear
Was our song

Our shared laughter

Our stolen kisses

Our endless embraces

Our climbing emotions

Our deep talks


It was the universe
And all galaxies involved

And in that tear
Was our secrets

Our whispers

Our commitment

Our curiosity

Our closeness

Our honesty


It was a world war
And every battle

And in that tear
Was our fights

Our lies

Our words

Our disgust

Our bombs and blows

Our relationship


I cried.
It was only one tear, yes.
But it was us.

And it slipped away
As though it were our love.
I need you to wake me up
To hold me near
To tell me that you never left
And you're still right here
Our love could be like a Fairytale

Twisting, winding down brick trails

Full of mystery and wondrous spells

Unguarded hearts with happy tales

Endless room without fear to fail


Our love is exactly like a Fairytale

No matter how bad I want it, It's just not real.
I still look at your empty seat
In Spanish I
And I want to say everyday after roll call
That you are on your way
You are simply
Running late.
You could put a bullet through my brain, and I'd still miss you in hell.
I go through your page

over and over

And it makes me feel

Like you're here

i miss you

But all i have is your page

And sometimes your voice

from far away

I don't get to touch you

No hugs can be given

I don't get to see you

All i have is pictures

on your page

So when I miss you

I read your poems

And I remember you

*I'm going to go look at your page
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