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am I a drag, a bore?
what do I even try for?
all my hopes and dreams of loving,
has hit a snag.
things to work through
was it worth it?
were her lips as sweet as they seem?
as soft as mine?
did she give that little flutter in your heart that you get when you kiss me?
what about that smile afterwards?
was it as straight, and white, and pretty as you say mine is?
when you look me in the eyes and say you love me,
are you sure you’re not seeing her?
are you sure that you’re not in love with her?
apparently we both make you feel the same.
you see, my bestfriend told me to leave you.
leave you the same way you left me.
alone and clueless.
with no one to go to.
because the person i was supposed to depend on the most,
was kissing someone else.
why should i stay with someone who makes me feel anything less than whole?
i didn’t ask for it to happen like this.
or for it to happen at all.
i won’t ask anymore questions but one,
was it worth it?
Maddy Feb 13
hate burns
hate seethes
fill up a tub
and bathe in it

soaking in hate
dripping with rage
fresh out of the tub
hate has me coated

feelings of anger
feelings of loathing
seep, sink deep
way into my skin

hate absorbs into me
fills my bloodstream
hate running
through my veins

pumping through my blood
fueling my brain
hate is powerful
it masks my pain

so i take a bath
in all the rage
and hope im unchained
from this dumb ******* cage
why am i so so angry and mad
mads Feb 13
everyday I ramble
the taste of my words
like blood in my mouth
reminding me
that what I say is unpleasant
that no one cares
the syllables flowing
have no meaning
I watch as eyes divert
hoping to not catch mine
in hopes that I don't open
this contraption of mine
and let noise flow from it
I feel like I talk too much and me continuing to do so would just lead to annoyance
Azfar Hakimi Jan 14
Pointy brushes for a perfect "well done"
Flashes in my eyes,every night
Stand still and kiss her face
Just for a picture to put in a frame

Put us on the wall
Let everybody walk by
Let everybody see
Paint us pink and blue
Just for everyone to buy

Like Mona Lisa
And Van Gogh,
The same thing,just a painting on a wall
And everybody love it.
But my love ain't a piece of art
My love is just pure for a private heart.
it's about a love that one's doesn't like to share it to the whole world.
Copycat, copycat.
Mimic all that I do,
Even though,
you know
it's not good for you.

Copycat, copycat.
Do not be a fool.
You can fool
So many people.
But not me;
I will not drool
All over you.

Copycat, copycat.
Giveback my life.
No, I do not care if copying me is how you survive.
No, I hate you a lot... so goodbye.

Copycat, copycat.
I shouldn't call you so:
You're a *****, and I hope that you know.
I appoint you head ***** from now on.
Bam! Scram!
It's about time that you've gone.
Ahaha this is a phat mood
It’s too noisy these days
I’m at the point where I don’t want to listen
Seems everybody’s got something to say
Leave me alone please
I don’t want to hear your chatter anymore
I wish I had a remote so I could mute you all

-AJT
irsorai Dec 2018
Empty as a broken drawer,
The breathing slowing
Drowning in hollow thoughts.

You are alive but not living.
You are aware of nothingness.
& you are grooved in the habit.

I am empty,
broken,
slowing breathing,
& drowning in thoughts.

You are cemented...
There... that...

I am alone!
Copyright © irsorai
30/12/2018 - 7:45am
Marie Anna Dec 2018
You claim you know me.
Comment observations as if they are facts.
How I am "adorable", "pretty" or a "coy" under a guise.

Unaware.
You're contradicting every word you spout.
Head stuck so high up in the clouds.
Truly not able to truly look around.
The bigger picture is so far from your vision.
No ladder will ever be high enough to bring you back down to reality.

You claim you "feel" for me.
In contrast you deny this claim,
In case I'll be bummed.
We can't have a fairy tale love, or one like in the rom-coms.

Thus, I have no ill feelings towards you.
Just no real expectations.
Understand,
There have been no investments made by my heart.
Do not bank on unsubstantiated visionaries.
Of me being this lovesick mutt
Who you throw a bone.

Rejection is something I have also dished.
I am not always the one on the receiving end.
Although I have a peculiar taste,
Do you think are you actually my cup of tea?
Not the kind you drink to be polite.
In a rush before a flight.
But instead to savour on a warm night.

You act as though you are my first choice,
As though I am pining for your affection.
Like every word that you spew.
Has monumental significance.

This isn't me being bitter.
It's my response to your wittiness.
Understanding the very words you play with
Can be put forward in exchange.
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