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daisy Sep 23
i’m afraid
that at the end of the day
i would still wait for your silhouette
as i eat my comfort food more and more
until they no longer taste sweet
and maybe you’re right,
that’s why you called me crazy
because you knew
i can do things nobody could have ever guessed
that i could come to you as much as how many times you would push me away;
that i’m willing to dry my eyes out hundred more times than the times you made me smile;
that i can run after you until my legs stop working;
and you could pierce my heart
even when there’s nothing to bleed with
—yes, that’s how twisted
and crazy i could be for you
for himaru kun
Onoma Sep 23
Would that you could

stand in place of me,

that I may recall myself.

Bit head to toe.

Static drops in longhand.

Revived right there...

where it so happens.

A silly tulip slipping

out of mass.
Do I love you?
Ask me not that question because you are loved unquestionably.
No doubt about it.
There's just no need for me to shout you.

I love you as your protector.
I have guaranteed to give you total satisfaction.

If you don't see it?
I know others do see you are loved unquestionably.
In truth, I have given you no reasons to complain.

We give love a good name.
daisy Sep 23
i haven’t even started writing
but i couldn’t think of anything i did wrong
was it when i liked you first?
or was it because you’re a great pretender?
but now that i’m thinking back again,
maybe it’s me and my low standards to blame
for himaru
Jasper Sep 23
Somebody, give me your soul.
Clone army, Somebody 1, Somebody 2,
Anybody! Give me to you,
So that I can become Normal.

I am Nobody alone.
Just a waiting John Doe
For somebody to know
I was never my own.

I wish, I wish it was the case
That we were more alike:
That it wasn't such a hike
To walk the way you pace,

But I'm not. I'm only this.
And if you knew me
For even an eternity,
I'm one no one'll miss.

I'm nobody playing a role.
Just something about envy/wishing you were like somebody else. Maybe even normal.
I am hope.  
I bear the marks of struggle.  
I carry the weight of bruises.  
I am hope.  
I have faced powerful blows  
and been dragged through the dirt.  
I am hope.  
You may think I have fallen,  
but I am still standing.  
I am hope.  
I am not elegant.  
I am not flawless.  
I have fought fiercely and endured pain.  
I am Hope.
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