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 Feb 2016 Pushkar Mishra
chris
dm
 Feb 2016 Pushkar Mishra
chris
dm
i love you, i hope
you don’t mind
Find the Beauty tucked
     Away in Fear. Hold it close,
For Hope may be near.
Flower,
It has the unique power,
To mend broke hearts,
Always being sold on carts,
They bring color to the world,
At night they are curled,
They lie on a dead man's grave,
Or inside a lonely cave,
They have incredible scent,
And along with the wind it went,
A flower is a sign,
That good things,
Will come in time.
I have no idea what it means,
It's one of those times where I don't know what to do.
They say, "follow your heart," but it only leads back to you.
It's like a continuous circle that never seems to end.
But at the end of the day we both know we can't be just friends.
You're the air in my lungs when I can't seem to breathe.
You're the calm voice telling me to stay when all I want to do is leave.
You fill me with happiness I haven't felt in a while.
Just the sound of your sweet voice can instantly make me smile.
We try and try to make this work for the both of us.
But every time it ends you tell me it's because it was rushed.
Then in week, you'll come back to me with regret.
You'll tell me you messed up and I'm the best you'll ever get.
You'll hurt me forever if it heals yourself.
Because to you my love is nothing but a box on a shelf.
But then the circle will start up once again,
Because we both know we can never be just friends.
I've been hurt...badly. This was my outlook on it.
Life's too short to surround yourself
with toxic people who live to ruin someone's day.
As I look at my reflection I am disgusted by what I see.
Don't tell me to get over what you can't see.
I see someone who's been though a lot and is broken.
I feel the reason why you can't see the emptiness inside me is because of the mask I put up on the outside to hide what I feel on the inside.
This is all your fault.
You complain because I don't try to explain how I feel. But when I do you complain and deny.
The only person I see in that reflection is someone I no longer know. It's someone else in that mirror.
They don't smile, they don't do anything. They just sit and stare at me helplessly.
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