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I want to be held in his arms I want to cry in his arms I want to be consoled in his arms I want to be a reck in his arms I want to be in his arms Why do i want to be in his arms ? i have no clue he's the opposite of my type but somehow I am drawn to him he's no longer a person to me he's a lifeline a type of air you need to survive but i didn't say that just 5 minutes of his care which make my temporal happiness last for atleast an hour my happiness is like grandma's cookies its temporary it's once in a blue moon but his care would be like when mom makes replicas they are not the same but they work somehow when he's near suicidal thoughts go away but just for a minute after that I'm back to thinking about how i don't want to exist life has so much pain we forget the good part its crazy how I'm happy one minute and sad the next notice how i didn't use depressed depression is oppression oppression of the mind and i will not be oppressed by my own body even in the dark there is light he was that light i tell myself i dont like but i know the truth deep down
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Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
If this is lust it's a beautiful sin
I want to be held in his arms I want to cry in his arms I want to be consoled in his arms I want to be a reck in his arms I want to be in his arms Why do i want to be in his arms ? i have no clue he's the opposite of my type but somehow I am drawn to him he's no longer a person to me he's a lifeline a type of air you need to survive but i didn't say that just 5 minutes of his care which make my temporal happiness last for atleast an hour my happiness is like grandma's cookies its temporary it's once in a blue moon but his care would be like when mom makes replicas they are not the same but they work somehow when he's near suicidal thoughts go away but just for a minute after that I'm back to thinking about how i don't want to exist life has so much pain we forget the good part its crazy how I'm happy one minute and sad the next notice how i didn't use depressed depression is oppression oppression of the mind and i will not be oppressed by my own body even in the dark there is light he was that light i tell myself i dont like but i know the truth deep down
the more you read this poem and analyze it the more you know the lack of consistent rhyme scheme is almost intentional .The more you read it the more you know its not all about love its about sadness and self hate that hides in the heart of the writer but still the love shines through
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Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 3:11 PM UTC
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