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Ammar Feb 2018
wow
I am still dreaming of you
while you are dreaming
of someone else
you didn't even tell me when I asked
Ammar Feb 2018
if something feels wrong
then it is wrong

you & me
never felt wrong
Ammar Feb 2018
*****
$lut
Wh@re

All the words
that are synonyms of
*you
the thought of anyone else with me still kills me
then how I wonder
are you so okay with the thought of anyone else
with you
Ammar Feb 2018
I want to
scratch your name off my mind
forget your hideous face
remove your voice
that echos so loud in my head
forget the feeling of your disgusting skin
and how it felt on mine
forget the filthy lies
that left your tongue
the words you were never held accountable for
forget the curls of your hair
that ripped my skin with softness
your fcking hazel eyes
that were never loyal to the brown in mine
that would always seek blue or green

I want to
rip every ******* memory
of you
from my heart
and then
from my mind
and rip my soul
apart from yours
burn every memory of you
that I have in
letters
pictures
scents
all your fake cunning tactics
to use
and then abuse
burn every part of myself
that you own
the love
the poetry
the letters
the memories
everything

I want amnesia to hit me
and take away all of you
from all of me
you disgusting heap of filth
*****......
Ammar Feb 2018
I hate you

for your selfish actions
for your countless lies
for the nights with no stars
for the darkness in the light
for the death in life
for the life in death
for leaving
for then staying
for then staying to leave
for the silent
for the silence too loud
for the tone you used
for the music you ruined
for your broken promises
for my broken heart
for all that was fake

for my own sake

I say
I hate you
so that maybe one day
I just may
Bohat nafrat krta hu main tujhse
kehta hu main yeh khudse
  Feb 2018 Ammar
kathryn anne
roses are red
night is dark
writing this poem
hurts my heart

shaky sobs
like violets, i'm blue
i'm wondering
why i ever loved you
to ends and beginnings
Ammar Feb 2018
with blood-stained arms
ink-stained fingers
tear-stained face

my scarred skin asks
do you still
write for me
do you still fight for me.......
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