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10 years of friendship.
4 were drowned and forgotten.
Found our way back
To shore in 2014.

Without much introduction,
We clicked and fit eachother like two pieces in a puzzle.
We both went through laughter and tears together.
Sad to know that these are the last tears that I will share with you.

You've always thought I was an idiot,
You weren't any different either.
But we contradict so much and it was never an issue for us.

Playful punches on my stomach,
I laugh off the pain as if it didn't hurt me as much as I thought.
I've insulted you so many times,
It's amazing you're still here.
But remember that behind every insult,
I always compliment you inside.

How great you are,
How incredible you are,
How strong you are,
How beautiful you are too.
I never agreed when you say you are ugly,
eventhough I said I agree, I don't.
You're beautiful, You've always been beautiful.

I find joy in making you smile,
I do it as much as I can because I'll never know when's the last time I'll live another day to see your stupid face.

I'm sorry that I have to leave like this,
It was never in my plan to just go.
You can be mad at me all you want,
No one can disturb you behind these white walls.

You can hit me all you want too,
I promise I won't feel the pain.
You can curse at me as much as your heart desires.
I'm deeply sorry for this.

I can't be there on your birthday and tell you how much work I've put in decorating Your birthday place.
Or how much my present for you costs.
I can't be there to complain of how late you are to our meetups.
Or tell you how stupid you look in that dress.

I can't be there on your wedding day to watch you walk down the aisle heading towards that lucky guy you finally found.
He might be shawn.
I can't be there to see that.
I can't be there to cry for you because I'd be so happy.

I can't crack jokes to you anymore or make puns that don't make sense.
I can't see your confused face when you don't understand me.
I can't be there to hear you say that you hate me..

So if you still see me breathing for my life someday,
Before they pull the plug.
I'd like to hear your last "I hate you"
Because I know that you actually mean
"I love you"
For my best friend. I'm dying. But i hope it'll never happen.
I clenched along the trigger
What am I aiming for
Life flashes in my eyes
What am I aiming for
Ponder wonder over your eyes
Is that what I am aiming for
To shoot your thoughts of me
What am I aiming for
When I ponder over your lips
To shoot off the taste of your lips
What am I aiming for
When I ponder over your hands
To entice your touch with bullet wounds  
What am I aiming for
When I ponder over how my head laid on your chest
To shoot your lungs off so we don't breathe the same air
What am I aiming for
When I stared deeply into your heart
A heart that loved me so much
I put down the gun ....
I still want you to love me.
I was terrified of my reflection once. 
 I would scratch my self to tear apart
every imperfection,
every flaw ,
every single defect.

Unhappy with myself
That every night I would be
Making pacts with the Devil
to become beautiful .
Then devil listened and
he brought me you....
To tear me apart into shreds
To strip my innocence
The beauty I did not appreciate
It was your greatest appetite

Demonic eyes
Should have never looked
Piercing lips
Should have spoke up
Hateful touch
Should have scream
You were evil

And I danced among every movement
I hate you


You were gargoyle
every night standing
it's post by my bed
To scratch my helplessly body
I hate you

I wish I appreciate my innocence because then
I don't think the devil's angel would have ever pay me a visit
****** abuse
I was jealous of a cigarette
I wanted to be held so tight in your fingers
I wanted to touch your lips
And then just like the drag of smoke
Disappear in the dark.

I wanted you to smile at me
the way you smile at the full pack
I wanted to be carried with you
and I wanted you to always want me.

Instead of that
you became my cigarette
my addiction
and I wanted more and more
and I couldn't control myself anymore
I wanted to be your everything
so desperately
that I became nothing to you
while you were my whole world.
*******
******* for everything you took from me
my ability to make good decisions have tainted my time
And still, I wonder if you are ok.

Its time to be who I was meant to be.
Goodbye.
Wish to have a taste
Of my love ?
Touch a burning flame .

Get to match the size
Of my love ?
Only the deepest oceans can
Claim .

Like to see the color
Of my love ?
Look at the sunset .

Wish to assess the depth
Of my love ?
Go deep into your heart--
Can you forget ?

                             From the collection of Mr Gazi  Sadeq , Dhaka
I knew it
By the way the shortness of breath evaporated all the words from your lips
And with mearly a slip of the tongue that had just grazed my neck
Gone
And god
When you give me that look
My heart turns soft
And the floors start to shake
All I can think about
Is how I just can't wait
My fingernails rake your back
And all you do is smile with tact
I think about Sunday mornings
The way I rot in bed
But with you here
I'd have no dread
Maybe I'm just a childish girl
Obsessed with love, in any source
But when I was young
It only ever came in the form
Of holes in the walls
And glass on the floors
Your eyes are so soft
And you've fallen for me
Somehow just maybe, someday we'll be
I’m scared
And I’ve got these occasional
10 feet thick ice walls that sprout up around my heart
For when the thinking about it gets hard
And the breaths I breathe are barely there
And I can’t even thank the trees for giving it to me
When I feel it hit my chest and it hits harder and harder
Until all I notice is the harshness of it all
And once I do
Like a cat scratching on a door
I’m trying to punch the walls down
But once they’re up there’s no getting in or out
Wisdom teeth
Retractable, receding only when they’re ready
Sometimes I just wish it was easier just to sit
Not every action needs a reaction but I’ve already planned out 500 different ways this could go
And I can’t find a solution for them all
Panic attack narrator with shaking hands
Exposing herself to no one because
it’s much easier that way
If what they see is me
I hope that no one ever has half the opinion of myself I do
That’s too much hate to try and pretend to handle
I still laugh and blow out imagery candles
Because I dislike the smell of burning wicks
And I still have the same opinions as me
But something else creeps in when it smells  left over food
And I just want to not provoke it anymore than I already seem to do
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