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jǫrð Jan 2021
Shoved your foot in my
Doorway, and I'm the one left
Tripping over it
The History: Have you ever been kind to someone who you disliked? Have they ever then treated you like you're in their way? Never compromise, and never ignore your gut as people would instruct you to. People may negate your perception of reality, but you know your truth.
jǫrð Dec 2020
i saw that shift in your gaze
when you remembered
the last time
you became something
Wild, Hungry

whats in my mind, asked
with that eager
and far away look
in muddy water eyes
I sympathize, compromise

it's happened again
while the city lights
rippled the water
with their speed
you put your hands on me

and I doth not protest
when you say
i was the one that got away
so why am I back
so why am I afraid

to turn away or
say this ain't ok with me
why must I empathize
without boundaries
or fear an abrupt ending

to this uncomfortable moment
The History: You put me second. You put me last, asked me if you could grab my *** and all I did was question my worth.
Jameson Blackmay Dec 2020
There are no limitations

on how far people can go
and no boundaries
---------------------------------
that couldn't be crossed
Caleb A Johnson Dec 2020
Some people are told
Never to return

They feel the firm clasp
That shoves them into the cold

But for me, you were silent
Your lips sealed, reproachful

And I learned to wear a heavy coat
To insulate from your malcontent

Your words like poisoned kool aid
Sweet and easy on the throat

But when I left I felt the cyanide
And the hole inside you made

Now I'm free and don't have to hide
My beautiful self from disgusted eyes

And though you did not say "disowned"
Your silence showed me the road

But ******* and your family too
This is much better for me
I don't care about you
Inspired by not getting a phone call @lydeen
https://hellopoetry.com/Sentient_Tacos/
Wilder Dec 2020
this is me
screaming into
the void
a whisper
i am deserving and worthy of love

this is me
constructing pieces
of boundaries
i can't put up yet

this is me
speaking words
that are not lies

this is me
preparing for the worst

this is self-preservation
im tired of biting my tongue
i can't wait to leave this town
Traci Sims Nov 2020
Sometimes I'm not sure
These love robes can be quite snug
I need a tailor.
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