Thunderbolt strikes;
stars scatter
in her eyes.

Do you realize
that you still think of him
when you're thinking nothing?

Stay forever
Or go away.

it's so funny how you're always on the top of my web history

and always so far in real, so far, like nowhere

Let's sleep tonight. We can be sad later.

I brought stars in my pocket.

But i still miss you
i tried not to
and i waited
a month passed,
another -
another
it's five months already
some 150 days that is
How do you expect me
now
to not even cry?

Maybe it's okay to wait and keep waiting for that one encounter that isn't happening
to keep rekindling that one hope
day after day, and night.

It's alright to want for yourself a return of what you gave.
It's okay to wish. It's okay to not move on for as long as you possibly cannot.

Let us sleep so we can be distracted,
Let us travel back into that time and place where we were us and we were fine
Let us dream once again.

SOMETIMES ALL I WANT TO DO IS SCREAM YOUR NAME AND CALL YOU BACK
AND NEVER LET GO.

i wish
i could still
do poetry
without having to
write it.

Heart,

I know you hate it but I can't help it.
I am willing to get hurt now because it will be better than that hell which comes later on.
You have seen it. You know it.
               So please, stay strong.
Please, keep more than just beating.

You'd probably be so shocked if you learn someday how much I search for you still. But then how would you?! You are not here. You are not here, you are not here.
I miss you sometimes. And then I'm no longer strong. No longer so fine...

too sad, can't poem

******* for reminding me how it felt
to hurt.

I wish I could ask this from you instead of bearing with this misery.

sadness isn't contagious
it's just heavy and personal
always personal:
eats you inside
and nobody knows

Oh no, I do miss you still.

I miss you all the time.

If you ask me when, that I think will be hard to tell
because how do you describe each moment,
and the moments that come in between those?

I miss you when I wake up. I miss you until I sleep.
I miss you when I am happy, I miss you when in troubles deep.

It gives me pain to miss you so,
but there's nothing else I'd rather do.
Because if you're not here right in front of me,
how else am I to cope?
So I think and think of you, and die in bits inside.

I think and think of you, so you are always by my side.

Wish I wasn't thinking of you
Oh, I hate to miss you.

My phone beeps
And my heart leaps
It's him, it says
Stupid heart,
I feel guilty almost immediately
Why would I still wait,
hope, want?
A year has passed,
And five days.
Stupid phone,
Stupid memory.

I miss you.

There's no end, no beginning to it.

this is not a poem.
it's just me
b  l  e  e  d  i  n  g
my heart out
hoping that the void
would recover,
the pain
would subside
somehow.

I miss you.
What do I do with myself?

You are not looking for me.

Our realities
are two different realities.
They cannot merge
into one.
You and I
can never make none.

Okay* is a faraway star
and I'm constantly trying to reach it.

I miss you. I can't not.

Every night
she writes the same poem.

Every night
she makes the same prayer.

Every night
she has the same dream
of waking up beside you.

if she is writing
a fourth poem in a row
at 2:57 a.m.
about the same thing
s      e     n s      e l        e    ss       l      y
her life is definitely *******
right now.

I miss you now.
But I won't miss you forever
*right...?

Keel over
Ache for me
Make up for what
I went through
Naff off, get off, then
Ask after me.

poetry
so
  meaning l e s            s
it makes you
       s
       i
       c
        k.

Sometimes I think I can only thank God enough
for not letting us happen.
I didn't deserve you like you deserve someone else, and truly
I wouldn't mind that now.

If calling you every sad word they ever invented
and slowly [deliberately] keeping to lick my scar
would make the process of forgetting any faster,
I would. But I don't think there's healing.

not now,
                                                                       not ever.

The world doesn't revolve around you
how hard is that to get?

That's how it happens
Heart
       b
             r
                    e                   a
                                                 k
                                                                    s

Okay, I regret.
You've become a regret now.

I wish it wasn't so.

your sufferings
are your secrets.
don't show them off to a world
that doesn't care!

'tis not the right time
to miss people so much.
for some holes just never mend
some wounds never fill...
sleep, restless heart
sleep.

There are times when there is no hope. No shoulder to cry on and no lips to tell you to hold on. The burden gets heavier and heavier on your shoulder and  the demons which had come out earlier to just play, finally announce they are not going back. Not now, not ever.
The world spins and stars break and white light burns your eyes. But no god comes to your rescue and no friend and no foe, no family. You deal with it alone and the dealing sometimes costs you your life. It is causing me mine.

When you told me
about the feelings
you had
for me,
I could not believe you.

I have a hard time trusting people generally,
thanks to the **** I have gone through
and this was so specifically special
that I just couldn't help
but run away.

so I did.

But
somehow like that
I wanted you to follow me
and tell me you wouldn't hurt
and that it will be fine.
Tsk. Wishes.

I fear a monster
which comes out
only when I am most
vulnerable..
It screams in my ear
and bites at my flesh.
It makes me cry
like a baby, and it just
loves that.

Today I realized
that I am the monster.

Today I plan to **** it.

So what if I miss you
Nothing lasts forever, does it?

Can't we sometimes go to people and say,
I am sad, just.
And expect them to take it away?

I miss you and it's eating on me

I cannot help myself right now and I don't know what will.

how could half of the world be sleeping
soundlessly and peacefully
while the other half cries and sighs?

Should I delete myself or should I delete other things?

When I shut my eyes to sleep,
you appear like a tear
at the corners of my eyes.

I try to wrestle away your thoughts
by shoving aside our memories,
struggling in vain to distract myself
but I give up
and they stay.

Get out of my mind
come in front
because I’d rather that you
bother me where I can see you.

If I fall asleep, it’s you that I dream of.
If I don’t, then there’s no escape
from the haunting reality;
the shadow that is you.

Like a ghost you follow me
everywhere I go
and no amount of light
can scare you away.

Get out of my mind
come in front
because I’d rather that you
bother me where I can see you.

Like a parasite you cling onto me
or a perfume that doesn’t wear off.
You are Everywhere
and you are Everytime.