rm - Hello Poetry

rm Nov 2018

tears

crossing those
wildfire bridge
he cried

feeling,
indulging
every sweet
sensation
such display
gave him.

thus,
that ephipany
remained.

he was stunned
and eventually
danced
from happiness
that florished
from those lovebirds'
tragedy.

rm Nov 2018

i did

why had i been
so caught up
with every piece
of this felicity?

i love you so much
to the point of
losing my friends,
my family,
my blood,
my love,
and myself.

but
never did you
ever did what i did
never did you
ever feel what i did
never did you
ever love me like
how i did.

please lemme know

rm Nov 2018

her haven

blithe
or blythe
superb it really
is
having him
see and hear
her gestures
her songs
this unwanted
creature
is just so happy
indulging
every sensation,
every affection,
she feels for him,
she gives to him,
and she receives
from him.

maybe she's
clamoring for
this empyrean
man she so seeks
his heart of a
celestial nymph's
his soul of bravery
his obscure love,
her haven,
her puppy,
her endless
trickery.

rm Nov 2018

known

something
took place
last night
in a daze,
she cried
she mourned
she wept
and kept
it hidden
and
unknown.

rm Nov 2018

this night

cold breeze
touches her skin
lovable scent
of coffee is
what he'd seen

blissful talks,
walks,
and songs

unsaid thoughts
resonates within
their inner selves
for what could
she have upheld

unheard words
untouched hands
unloved hearts
no such thing
as "relationships"
can tear them
apart

rm Nov 2018

"how?"

conversing
with touch
of nostalgic
candles' scent
while
lighting
each and every
candle wick
he and she
smile.

knowing what he
said
it pains her
though it mustn't

knowing what she
said
it never gave him
hints
of what she feels
and of what's real.

how surreal
could she
and he be?

how long
should they
stay
as obscure partners,
unlabeled, unknown,
friends' zone?

how deep
could their
attachment
or
love be,
just to cope with
her confusions
and his fluctuations?

how will she say
what truly she had
felt
after he let go
of those hands
without even
holding them
before she
understands?

rm Nov 2018

i thought

we all have our
endings
happy,
******,
mad
and sad.

we were given
lots of treasure
for ourselves to assure
we know what's love
from attachment

i doubt myself
with every word
from me, he heard
with every
"i love you's"
from me, he deserved

but
has it always been
me?
or, as well,
did he?

be honest and let me know