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My soul is a bird,
My body is a locked cage,
Where I don't belong.
Wake up numb. Put on

Your best outfit. Skip breakfast.

Go to school. Walk on

Through the hallway, fast.

Don't text him first.

Try to concentrate in class.



Walk through the hall. See

him. Avoid eye contact.

Walk faster. Try not to flee.

Smile and don't overeact.

Don't text him first.

Go home. Write three



Texts for him. Never send

them. Ignore hole

in chest. Lay in bed condemned

to feeling heartache. Attempt damage control.

Don't text him first.

Cry without end.



Take nap. Wake up for dinner.

Push around food. Hear phone ring.

Get excited. It's not him. Have inner

struggle. Ignore friend. Feel a sting.

Don't text him first.

Leave rest of your dinner.



Go to room. Spend night

on computer. Listen to sad love

songs. Watch mindless tv. Fight

with yourself. Win, kind of.

Don't text him first.

Turn off the light.



Stay awake. Finally

cry. Live the rejection again.

Feel eyes blink heavily.

Crawl into the familiar domain.

Don't text him first.

Fall asleep numbly.
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Janelle
unrequited
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Janelle
one day you held my hands,
the next day you fist bumped me.
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Voyager
Young Love
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Voyager
I took it too seriously
you didn't
I gave you my time
you couldn't
I said those three words and meant it
you didn't
I gave you my heart
you couldn't

Silly of me believing in your words
Falling for your actions
Hoping for our future
When all you did was make me cave in and melt
But without planning on staying as my rock

I feel so stupid saying I love you
And even more for feeling so
If you only know how much I do
If you only know how much it hurts to love unrequitedly

Give me back my kisses
I take back my words
Return my hugs
And let me forget about you
So silly. To feel a love this strong yet a love unreturned. Too young. Too soon. Too tragic.
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Maria Imran
Writing a poem can be so difficult at times.
You know what you want to say, you know it's piling up inside you.
And yet you can't.

You just cannot put it--the pain into poetry
because your words which could once come out
swiftly
form some kind of a froth, disabling you
from spitting a verse even.
What's worse
your throat chokes with the hurt,
and your body aches too
only God knows why.

Maybe, I think,
keeping secrets like those of love
and leaving things unsaid for an undetermined time,
--perhaps forever--
is the most dangerous form of torture;
self-inflicted and helplessly nurtured.
.-.
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Aoife Teese
The way I hate you washes over me in waves. The weight of the water crushes my rib cage, and I want to scream louder than I've ever screamed before.

The way I love you tears at me from the inside out. My heart bursts under the pressure of the pain you've given me, and I want to scream louder than I've ever screamed before.

Physical pain is incomparable to this.
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