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 Sep 2016 Lorraine
m i a
kiss me hard
before you go,
let me know
that you'll
be back
when the
sun goes and
the moon
begins to
glow
;
please
kiss me
hard
before
you
go
.
i miss you.
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Deeee
My heart has taken a leave of absence.
meaningless ***
empty conversations
cold days
This is who I have become,
because my heart has taken a leave of absence.
She told me when she was leaving,
that all she wanted was a break from the breaking.
She told me in a whisper,
that she was losing herself.
She wrote to me,
on a tear-stained sheet,
all the things that would happen if she stayed.

But she didn't tell me
Who I would become
*Without my heart
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Deeee
What if?
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Deeee
Maybe we could start over,* you say
Maybe we could try again, you say
Let’s see what that may entail
Let’s see if we’re bound to fail
Let’s pretend that all’s been well,
And now you know to handle Hell
Let’s pretend it’s been the same for me,
And life has taught me lessons free
So in this case we’re all grown up
And we won’t make the same **** up
Maybe this time you’ll take me seriously
Maybe this time I’ll keep my wits with me
We’ll be reasonable and fair
And we’ll give each other air
We’ll compromise and organize
So none of us feels objectified

Maybe we could start over, I say
Maybe we could try again, I say
But what if we haven’t let go?
And all we want is what we know?
What if the only reason I want this
Is because I’m fond of your kiss?
What if you don’t really miss me?
What if you’re only lonely?
Maybe there aren’t any feelings left,
Just memories from before I left
And we get into this, a second round
Then destroy it again, way more profound

What if I really love you, and you made a mistake,
And now fear and pain are what keep me away?
What if the guilt of that day in some twisted way,
Is what’s making me say I want to try again?
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Just Melz
If the person you love
Is truly
Holding you up
Then there's no way
You could fall
For someone else
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Anecandu
The girl who I love, she's made of all the good things,
Her words nibbles my ears so soft like lips on Cotton Candy rings.

The girl who I love, her eyes are sparkling polished jade,
Like deep pools of emerald in the mystical caves.

The girl who I love because of her puppy heart,
that melts my eyes to pools of crystal art.

The girl who I love that encourages me to reach for the stars,
and holds my ladder when it rattles like railroad cars.

The girl who I love who smothers me with kisses.
who spoon feeds my ego, and grants all my wishes.

Thank you for loving me.
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Deeee
I dream of a time
When I'll have found this love of mine
He'll hold me close like his little princess
And he'll respect me like his Queen
We'll laugh and cry together
And we'll be all the other needs

I dream of a time
When I'll have found this love of mine
Maybe it'll even be a "she"
And we'll pick each other's clothes out
Deal with each other's mood swings
Because we both know what they're about

I dream of a time
When I'll have found this love of mine
And all will work out
For their love I'll need not compete
When my other half is found
When I'm finally complete
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Deeee
What's harder
between logic and love?
What's easier
between feeling and reason?

Maybe love is just an equation
with different variables and inconsistent values
Maybe pain could be avoided
if we just add up the right values
and divide the exact problems.
Maybe love could be found
if we subtract mistakes made
and multiply lessons learned.

What if love was math?
my writing's been a bit rusty, but I'm hoping to get back on board soon...
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Stephan
.

Somewhere beyond today

the future slow dances with fate

as our hearts sing
in harmony

with yesterday’s love song
played to the melody of

all of our tomorrows
Compact Poem Series
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Liz Delgado
I don't know how to get you out of my mind (and heart). I've spilt oceans all over my face every time the moon comes up, and letters don't fit in my journal anymore. I've tried to cough you out, but it's dry. I've tried burning you to ashes with the strongest ***** I can find. I've stopped looking at the stars; I can't stand looking back at your eyes. I've stopped talking— I believe that maybe I can **** you in my throat.  It's like you've sank your claws so deep into me, I just can't let you go because I still check my phone every five mintunes. I still find the words to write about you with. I still regret waking up in the morning, you hit me right in my brain. I can't ******* let you go. And it's driving me ******* insane. My hair despises you and my hands keep trembling, and my eyes keep drowning.
 Sep 2016 Lorraine
Liz Delgado
I'm so jealous of your eyelashes,
they get to kiss your cheeks approximately twenty thousand times a day.
Needless to say, I'm jealous of the breeze intertwining in your hair
and the pillow you hug every night.
Lucky your coffee mug,
which you kiss every morning and in the nights of induced insomnia.
I envy your books,
the ones you caress and read with infinite interest.
I wish I was motherland,
so you could love me up to my rivers, faults, caves, sunsets, trees...
You go through the day, unknowingly inspiring verses in other people, and I drown in the unknown.
I want to get to know you as much as the shyness keeps me from fearlessly speaking to you.
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