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Ive felt the pain of love
i thought i was too young
but im sure i felt it
you were on my mind all day everyday
all i ever wanted was to be near you
hear your voice
touch your skin
I had fallen in love with you
SO I DECLARED MY LOVE FROM THE ROOF TOP!
....you pushed me
I risk it all to have it all;
The be all and end all.
Clichés like unmutual love
Show you what I'd do for love.
Eleanor May 2016
Longing to express it
Not to suffer and suppress it
But you tell me I can't
you tell me it's easier
You tell me it helps
I tell you it kills me.

Regreting my expectance
Receiving no acceptance
And you tell me I can't
you can't stand to hear it
I can't hold it in
I can't turn off my emotion

Decaying so painfully slow
Dead and so horribly alone
You tell me I can't
You say you need a break
That's it's better if you do
And I can't stay awake

Already lost in my asleep
Burried so far in the deep
And you tell me I can't
makes everything worse
Tearing me apart
How do u think this helps!

Maybe it will benefit you
You think it will benefit me too
You tell me I can't tho!
And I'm lost in this storm
Of endless torture
Forever so numb

In the end when you come back
I'll be the same and not on track
Because you tell me I cant..
I've held it in for so long
It's killed me so slowly
Nothing but dust
Harmony Sapphire Jan 2015
Soft Lips & soft hands.
Strong arms & strong legs.
Curved hips & deodarized glands.
Seductive charm & eyes that beg.
Wavy long hair & a tall height.
Hairless chest that is bare in daylight.
Hands embrace walking side by side at an equal pace.
Speaking to each other's face.
Timeless romance unerased.
Happiness experienced and unforgotten. Heartbreak shattered & rotten.
Tomorrow is promised.
My lips go unkissed.
My love rejected.
My trust infected.
My spirit ejected and neglected.

© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
Kaede Mar 2018
He once kissed me on my forehead,
A kiss that I know won't last.
He once held my waist when he tightly hugged me,
The best feeling yet he loosened me so fast.

Unmutual feelings filled the empty room,
He was staring right into my brown eyes.
T'was a birth of chance yet also a doom,
My heart is in agony and it cries.

I should have never hope for more,
But it was everything I asked before.
Yet, I hold on and I am sorry if I did,
Even though I know it was the kind of love
That the moon will never forbid.
This poem is for my the-one-that-got-away. I hope I can give this to him!
I'd send you a text; a greeting.
You'd reply; a greeting.
We'd talk about a few things; small talk.
We'd casually flirt and enjoy; affection.
I'd revive the conversation; hopefulness.
I'd try my best to keep it flowing; eagerness.
We'd continue to an unmutual conversation; unhealthy.
You'd neglect contributing to the conversation; careless.
I'd restart the process daily; care.

But, you'd never even try to start a conversation let alone try the process I've perfected; speechless.
Daniil Kochergin Mar 2021
He underestimates himself,
He only waits for a wonder,
He thinks he’s better off sad,
And afraid to become brighter.
He doesn’t wanna grow up,
So he sinks in his lies
Interfering strive for the top
And stop all of his cries,
He doesn’t even know
Why he is doing that,
Why he’s on his own
And why he is mad.
Here is another day,
Another torment as he thinks,
He need to turn it other way
And he will spread his mighty wings.
He wakes up again,
Cleans himself up,
Turns on Cobain,
Pours tea into his cup–
Everything is as usual.
Life loves him so much,
But her love is unmutual.
Some time and he’s at his work,
It’s only thing loved by him,
But he tells her no word,
So, it’s time to begin.
His boss wanna meet him–
He has no choice
And he left the whole team
To hear his voice
– Good morning, Mr. White,
How is your well-being?
– Good morning, Mr.Fry,
I’m good (that was a kidding)
– That’s why you’re here.
What’s with your mental health?
– I can tell you, but I fear…
– I’ll keep it all to myself.
– Why should I trust you?
– I swear, I’ll be true to my word.
– I’ve fire in my soul that I can’t stew,
Seems like I’m in hell and I’m burnt,
Why? I lost my last friend of suicide,
His dead hurts me more than my mother’s–
She’s never been on my side,
I think I'll be killed by my bothers.
Do you understand me and my feelings?
– You don't know, but I have no parents...
Your worries didn't lost their meanings,
But you have to cool down to gain a balance.
Please, take life easier than you’re doing,
Don't think that you are totally lonely,
Life is a place you infinitely grow in,
Even if you do it unbelievably slowly.
I hope you’ll never forget what I said.
– You’re orphan?… I’m so sorry..
You showed me my worldview is so bad,
Thank you for that, I mustn’t worry
To my awful mood become good.
I understood that I wasn’t right,
To be hapless or blessed– I may choose,
I hate myself 'cause I’m blind.
It’s time to comprehend the truth,
Time to amend my inner-self,
I know, this way will not be smooth,
But I can do this ’til I stop my breath.
– I’m glad to know I am understood.
Your work is looking forward to you.
Now you have to better your mood.
Take care, there is nothing else I can do.
– I can’t thank you enough, I’m off!
Many ideas turned over in his mind,
He revived his personal growth,
His life started to turn into a flight.
Two months later:
He forgot that once he was sad,
He became better
And his past problems are dead,
We really can say that!
A person can be unworthy of another
because they refuse to be
who they need most themself to be,
just as another can be unworthy of someone
for the reasons they wish that someone
to be who they need them most to be.

A person can say they desire
a true, mutual love,
and yet,
turn away and deny someone
who shows them that they are desired
the way they desire to be,
just as another can show someone
a love unmutually true,
and be so blind in sorrow of rejection
to see the true, mutual love
beating for them in the heart of another.

We can say that we need someone,
but more often than not,
we are so focused on wanting a specific someone
that we overlook or ignore the right someone.

We build up the objects of our desire
to be who we believe they should be for us,
while we tear down those who desire us
for everything we truly are.

We drown in such sorrow
when our love for another proves unmutual,
yet we offer the desert to another
when showered with a love sincere and true.

Despite all of this,
we still wonder why
our hearts are always broken.
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
If hope doth be my drug of choice
Love just might be my poison
But which of these shall **** me whole
Has yet to be unseen
For hope yields nothing to rejoice
In a dance I have no poise in
And love, it starves, both quick and slow
Both evolving their routine

I hope for love, but my love of hope
Has ripped my heart to pieces
As the love I’ve held to hope for
Remains unmutual at all
It’s a bittersweet kaleidoscope
Of emotional releases
To love a love that’s not in store
And still hope for the fall

Do I simply love too deeply?
Far too easy do I fall?
Do I **** myself but purposely?
Are my eyes and heart both flawed?
Do I love the wrong people completely?
Is this loneliness my all?
Or, is my hope of love but urgency
And my love but hope’s defraud?
Why is it that we hold so fiercely in both mind and heart to someone who does not fight for us in action, heart, and emotion as we do for them, when there is someone who would fight just as hard for us as we would for them?

Why do we continue  to bleed every word of our love and emotion to someone who says almost nothing in return, leaving us to bleed out in such sorrow, when there is someone who would speak the words which would sustain our heart as our words would sustain theirs through both sorrow and joy?

Why do we continue to hold to someone who does not hold to us at all, or to someone who only holds to the pieces of us they deem worthy while rejecting or trying to change the rest to suit their own version of perfection, when there is someone longing to embrace us as the perfect imperfection we are?

Why do we continue to embrace someone who makes us feel we are not worthy of true, mutual love, despite the love we still hold for them, when there is someone standing before us who desires to love us the very way we both long for love to be?

Why, after every failed attempt with someone, and the desire to try with another, do our hearts still war so violently between knowing when to walk away and when to try just one more time?

Which is the truest measure of our hearts’ insanity…refusing to let go of someone whose love for us has proven repeatedly to be unmutual in the way our hearts desire and long for, or refusing to embrace someone who longs to mutually love us, and to be loved by us, in all of the ways we’ve long been dreaming, wishing, and hoping true love could be?
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
Chelsea Chavez Dec 2015
My pride pours out on you and I am a desert. You can have all of it. You have.

The vanity of remembrance feints like an open wound.
It is time only, that has helped me to see my self.  It is not truth.
That is untamed and unplottable.

Even I do not belong where I have been, but that is irrelevant. Hush, now.

The feelings pour out, and unmutual.
The effort is worthless. Remark.
Somewhere azaleas trash the ground in pallour.

The more space escapes us, the more deformed I become.
An unpleasant presence in the black of your absence.
If I have ever loved nothing, I have loved.

I am looking for a language that only I know.
How I ruminate on bones.

Richard Grossman said, “There is nothing more terrible than loss, which cannot be measured. Lost loss.”

How do I say, I miss your hands.
How do I say anything?

The slow movement of away may be the calmest and most difficult thing
I have ever endured.

— The End —