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Makenna 2d
Twenty-two, it’s bittersweet,

A dance of joy, a shuffle of defeat.

Moments linger, memories weave,

In laughter’s echo, I still believe.  

Without you, time feels out of tune,

Shadows lengthen beneath the moon.

Each heartbeat whispers your refrain,

A melody wrapped in tender pain.

The world spins on, but I stand still,

Chasing pieces, the dreams we’d fill.

Bittersweet notes, this life’s embrace,

A fragile beauty, a tender trace.

Sunrise colors the empty air,

Yet in that glow, I see you there.

In every sunrise, in every sigh,

Your spirit dances, it won’t say goodbye.

Twenty-two, a chapter torn,

A canvas bright, where love was born.

Though bittersweet, I hold it tight,

For every shadow knows the light.
Life has always been lonely for me
Life has always seemed impossible
to breathe
I recall many nights
crying my own body weight
praying to be taken away
Never wanting to be in this place
I've seen torment
I've been torment
I've seen screams
and dying souls
I can never seem to let go
Let go of fear
let go of pain
let go of it all

Though I've tried
many nights off to die
fly straight into the moon
because it's all I knew
The only friend I had
my spirit tortured and twisted
nobody ever around to listen
desiccating into the ground
Never dare to make a sound

Life now can feel similar
The days pass me by
I lay down and I cry
My soul becomes intertwined
with the cruel torment of my mind
How can I leave it all behind?
new fears new screams
I feel my spirit failing
but
I'm not alone
No not anymore

I had the moon before
and this time
I have you
I can't forget
all that you do
it's surreal to believe
but it's amazing to conceive
I have you
and you have me

The world is just as cruel as before
but this time I'm not alone behind closed doors
I have your warmth
I have your love
everyday
in every way
we are
alive and okay
Which is more than I ever used to say

The way you hold me
The way I feel
ethereal
simply under a tree
or my head on your shoulder
It's in the eye of the beholder
and I can't wait to see your beauty
everyday as I get older

When I cry myself to sleep
When I get sick and only weep
I used to be crawling within me
and only me
but now there's you
I don't have to come undo
I don't have to talk to the walls

With you I can have it all
all of everything that matters
red and pink color splatters
when the demons come to crawl
I know you'll be there dancing with me
at every ball
at every wedding hall

A dream so surreal
yet here it is
it's real
You and I
Me and you
Life was always gloom
but you bring the sun and the moon
to my bed
and lay me softly to rest
next to you
in your warmth
I'll never come undo
idk
Hello Daisies May 17
Lately I've been thinking
I've been dying and rotting
and doubting
it all
only knowing the fall
waiting for the plummet

I've begin to question
fate
I've begin to question
life
I've started to ask
why
and doubt in any god above

But right now
when I turn back around
I remember love
You and I have always fit
like a glove
We were two stars from the start
we started to fall
until we ended it all
like a comet hitting the earth
an explosion that couldn't have hurt worse
yet here we are
once more
here you are
at my door

I wasn't sure
yet I knew
You and I
are always true
All the clues
All the signs
The destiny
in our eyes
it truly binds

So as I let a tear fall
remembering it all
the rise and fall
and rise again
I wonder my dear old friend
How can I ever begin to question fate?
Question love and destiny?
When life has blessed me
and you
so heavenly

I sensed it
I saw it
in the snow
in the leaves
in the cold dewy breeze
you and me
a string of destiny
Do you feel it?
it's meant to be
Bananas and gorillas
noodles and oodles
96 and Brian
your shoulder to cry on
Laughter and hope
adventure and road trips
nothing could ever loosen this grip

Grand theft auto
and the prom
The way you know my mom
The stars at Findley
Life has giving me plenty
to see
looking up at you
at the gas station parking lot
in my heart I remember
In my heart
In my soul
I knew
It's me and you
and nothing can undo
or break
the connection
the string
our destiny
together

I can feel it in every weather
You and I
in a castle
in the middle of the road
You and I
are what keeps me getting by
and remembering

Life is dark
life is gloom
but destiny is real
and fate is too
God has spoken
and God has given
a wonderful gift
of
Me and you
I haven't wrote in forever so this may be...terrible bahah
ash May 13
i've got something,
a feeling of all sorts

if there's anything i have learned
through the entirety of my growth
it's to know and understand
and find the right moment
where i have to twist and wring and pull
such a tight knot in my chest,
just so none of my feelings
would sleep anywhere close
to those they are concerned for
or took birth 'cause of

barely tried for 407 hours,
simply gave up

always a mix and combination of almost
never the forever
always a something,
never the nothing's everything

i will wring out my heart
until every single drop
of this newly found heartbreak
breaks me from within
and does not seep
into anyone else's thought

but what if i meant
i wanted to disappear
only to be found
by the one who has enough time
and enough want
to actually search for me?

some days i despise
having this weak, old, ratty heart
that is attached to the tip of my finger,
not even the sleeves—
and slips itself
into the pocket of anyone
who so much as breathes

do not despise the love i feel
(even though doing the gulp of acceptance
is like drinking lemon
straight from the pet it's found in.)
Mía fue, como fueron
míos sus besos;
mía, como rosas y versos.

Mía, nunca fue, pero
suyo todavía soy.

Mía, ya no es, lo sé; pero
suyo seré, tal vez
por siempre, o simplemente por hoy.
Mía por la eternidad
alex May 12
Is it better to have loved and lost

than to have never loved at all?

Well—you tell me.

Every time I see that face,

I wish I could turn you back into a stranger—
so the sting in my chest could fade

back into ignorant bliss,

unbeknownst to the pain of love.

When I look at you I see
the boy I told,

“I could never be loved,”

who smiled and swore
he could see the love that exudes
from the cracks of my soul
,
What beautiful words

that once lit up my heart,
now make it scorch,

and burn.

But even through all that...

I still miss you.

And I miss you that little bit more

when our song plays on the radio,

and when I watch our favourite movie—

again and again.

It’s the third time this month
that I’m listening to your voice note
you know, the one before our first date
I mouth the last words with a sting in my eyes
‘see you tomorrow my love.’

I say,
I hate you.

So why do I still feel sad

it’s over?

So please tell me,
because I still don’t know
is it better to have loved and lost
than to have never loved at all?
Jay May 12
You gave up on me. And I like to believe it wasn’t because the love disappeared, but because holding on asked too much of you. It’s hard to grasp, the way you let go of a heart that still beat for you, even after yours had stopped echoing back. I loved you deeply, with an ache that felt almost otherworldly in the quiet moments, rare, once-in-a-lifetime kind of love, the kind that slips away if not held carefully. I loved you in ways that didn’t show in daylight. In the silent sacrifices, the unspoken words, the meals laced with hope. Even when the softness left your eyes. Even when your smiles had to be forced. Even when the distance made your hands forget the feel of my skin. You gave up on me, even when I still saw forever in the outline of you. Even when I still dreamed dreams that had your name folded into every page. I never asked for perfection. I just wanted you to stay. To fight, even when it hurt. To meet me in the thick of the pain, where love could still be stronger than the fear. But maybe love isn’t always enough, especially when one heart stumbles before it reaches the ground. Still, I’ll carry your name quietly in the back of my mind. Not with bitterness. Not with regret. Just with a love that never found its ending.
Dylan A May 11
I keep pretending that you don’t want me,

Because that would be a reason to stay.

So if I find a reason to leave, I’ll be gone

By golden hour, without a message or note,

Without even any goodbyes.
Izan Almira May 7
A small, reluctant smile forms on your lips;
small because there are no smiles without the guilt
that comes from being the only flower in a field of weeds.
Cadmus May 6
We stopped when blame grew silent,

and words turned into shards

each step toward each other

cut deeper than the last.
Some loves don’t end in thunder… just the soft, unbearable sound of two hearts stepping away to avoid the splinters.
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