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when i am six feet under and bugs are eating my heart, all they are gonna taste is you you made flowers grow in my lungs and they are beautiful but i can't ******* breathe... i will dance with strangers in the middle of the night, kiss a few more just to find a similar taste. i will drink into oblivion only to realize you are all i can remember my friends will get tired of hearing about you and i will get tired of answering their questions, so i will turn to drugs because drugs don’t ask questions i will cry on the kitchen floor walk the same road that we used to take just to feel what you once felt like i won't ask you to come back, if i ever, ever see you again. i will hold your gaze like a barely acquainted stranger i will get curious to know what i have done so wrong that you would endanger your very existence to rid yourself of me? but i will never call you out. i will never say your name nor will i let myself wonder what we could have been. i am afraid, i could become nothing more than a haunted memory for you i refuse to regret you. i will hope the stars will glow brighter wherever you are
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 2:03 AM UTC
Flowers In My Lungs
when i am six feet under and bugs are eating my heart, all they are gonna taste is you you made flowers grow in my lungs and they are beautiful but i can't ******* breathe... i will dance with strangers in the middle of the night, kiss a few more just to find a similar taste. i will drink into oblivion only to realize you are all i can remember my friends will get tired of hearing about you and i will get tired of answering their questions, so i will turn to drugs because drugs don’t ask questions i will cry on the kitchen floor walk the same road that we used to take just to feel what you once felt like i won't ask you to come back, if i ever, ever see you again. i will hold your gaze like a barely acquainted stranger i will get curious to know what i have done so wrong that you would endanger your very existence to rid yourself of me? but i will never call you out. i will never say your name nor will i let myself wonder what we could have been. i am afraid, i could become nothing more than a haunted memory for you i refuse to regret you. i will hope the stars will glow brighter wherever you are
some loves feel suffocating even after it ends
Zin
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Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 2:03 AM UTC
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