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anon Jun 2019
i can't imagine
a life without you.
without your beautiful smile
filling me with warmth.

you are what i look for in every person.
you are what i hope i can be someday.
your whole embodiment is the only thing i wish to see,
when all else is dark.

being so far away from you
it strips me.
it tires me.
i am feverish without you.

everyday i think about us.
i just want to be with you
do mundane things with you,
not worry about if you were ever to die.

i'd be nothing if it weren't for you
i love you.
i just want to see my sister. i want to grow old with her. Everyday apart and my heart just bleeds for her. i miss her so much.
just something i wrote when i was very emotional.
Yuki Jun 2019
You are the air
which fills my lungs.
What a pity it is
that I am asthmatic
and find it hard
to let you in.
In an eternal effort
to breathe you whole
I end up searching for you
in every spot of my
tyrant anxiety who
prays for us to be apart.
Luna Maria Jun 2019
fall in love
fall apart
fall asleep
- and repeat
falling all the way down
Erian Rose Jun 2019
No matter how far we fade apart
It doesn't mean we fade away
levi eden r May 2019
there must have been something we missed.
did we take the wrong road?
was it fate that we grew apart or were we never meant for each other?
the pain and happiness that eventually blended in together while we were One felt far from comfort but it was something we had.
it was familiar and i think we had our own comfort in that alone.
the red string we believed was between us was nothing but a hand tied rope around our waists.
we molded ourselves into each others __.
there was nothing wrong.
wrong timing.
wrong everything.
we were the right people but we haven't grown enough.
we were still sad teenagers who cried at each others sadness.
we haven't seen the beauty of life yet and because of that,
we grew apart.
Nina May 2019
Our relationship was confusing
We act like couples
But we are just friends
I was tired of thinking
Thinking of us
Of what we are

So I asked you a question
A question that will determine our future
But you were too scared of me
Afraid that you are not able to handle my mental state
So you said we were better of as friends
And I can never be friends with you
Not with someone I love so much
So I decided to leave
To end us
Our friendship
To no longer talk to you anymore
It was at 9.45pm
When I sent you the goodbye text
You didn't reply to me
You just left be on seen

It's the next day
And it's 9.45pm
A full day without you
Is a sad day alone
And I'm sure
I will have to go through this everyday
Until I'm able to let you go

I'll remember
9.45,
Is the time I said goodbye
Lillian May May 2019
I'm torn (apart)
between
loving the big blue and green eyes that go on for miles when I look into them and the way you look at me with them in all their different flavors like curiosity and soft fondness and fire-like intensity and the way you smile with your one dimple and the way that smile tastes when you pull me in with your strong arms that I know won't let me go because under your breath you say 'mine' as you squeeze me tighter and the feeling of that breath on my skin as we sink deeper into a state of cloudy hysteria and everything in the world feels perfectly in tune as my head is on your chest and your heartbeat is the pentameter of it all.
im torn between that and
this old feeling of dread that as soon as you slip away from me I won't see you or hear your voice and yet you'll be trapped in my thoughts like a favorite song and no matter how hard I try I can't help but feeling like the tune is off somehow and I've forgotten some words but I can't think of which ones but the worst part is I feel like all this noise in my head won't be mirrored in yours and you won't hear the tune or appreciate the melody.

im torn (apart)
between
this harmony of yin and yang and you give me a head and I give you a heart and how you say "id be a cold-hearted sonofabitch without you" and when I ask if you're proud of me you say "Its rare that im not proud of you" and when I cry you look into my eyes like a blanket on an oil fire calming me down and reminding me where the ground is and you hold my hand when I'm scared and tell me "fear means youre growing, when its over you'll be glad you did it" and you push me to be bold and when you smile and tell me I slow the world down for you and that you like when I stroke your hair because you feel safe for once and how we even each other out softening rigid edges and sharpening dull blades
im torn between that and
knowing that when the harmony is askew we duel with those swords but not with each other, with our respective selves and I start wishing I wasn't too much and you beat yourself up for thinking you aren't enough and the air fills with a solid stench of resentment and confusion and im grasping frantically for answers and bandages as we both sit on the floor hemorrhaging.

I'm.
torn (apart).
between
loving you and knowing there are so many beautiful ways we're good for each other
torn between that and
wondering if that's enough to make up for the ways that we ruin the other.
and then I ask "what is love without ruin?" and "love is enough right?"
but im just
torn apart
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