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Delyla Nunez Dec 2020
Every time after we talk I’m stuck in my anxiety.
Lost in my thoughts as they flip through all the good and of course,
All the bad.
Watching everything go by like a movie.

My stomach clenching like I’m doing a plank.
Shaky hands and sweaty palms.  
For what though?
You can’t hurt me and I hurt you.
Going two different directions.

So why are we making these excuses to communicate?
Is it really that hard to let each other go?
Who knows but,
I don’t like it.
Erika Dec 2020
when I met you
I knew
what became of us
would be far too much
for my soul to bare

now here we are
miles apart
wading in our own despair

our love has soured
like the milk and honey
of what we once compared
cleo Dec 2020
do you ever get depressed
not knowing what’s coming next
not able to undo the past
despite your efforts the good won’t last

smoking every day making my life hazy
cuffed in place with these chains of daisies

folding playing cards when i didn’t used to
it’s the little things that make me miss you
more old writing :3
Ylva L Dec 2020
I told you you would come to
It would be easy to get through,
But you told me, when I left you,
That with me gone, you'd be dead

How accurate, it's shocking
Now that we're no longer talking
I feel a ghost beside me
When I lie in our old bed.
Marilyn O Dec 2020
I was disappointed
Because you walked out on me
But I'll certainly not lose my appetite
Because you walked out.
Managing breakups; "It's not the end of the world"
MB Dec 2020
Loving you was my self harm,
your words like a blade upon my skin,
making marks on my memories,
and tearing me apart by each cut.

So I became addicted to the high
but now with you gone,
I recreate the memories on my wrist-
but its not the same self-inflicted.

And I lied that day,
I said I did not love you,
but loving you was killing me
and losing you is my recovery.
Yes, you were a bad little habit-
but you were my bad little habit
AF Dec 2020
I didn't see it before I can't get mad
and say you changed because truth is
you didn't.
you've always been this narcissistic *****
but I was so caught up in my own mess
that I didn't see it before,
but with the distance I do now.
now all I hope for is one day you'll see it too
and change into someone better
because the world deserves better than
people who are wired like you.

                     AF.
drea Dec 2020
you were the one he'd always leave me for,
you knew how i felt about him,
about you.
i loved you
i trusted you

i think about you when i pass the subway next to the domino's.
i thought about you yesterday
i thought about you today
and i'll think about you everyday

did you think about me on my birthday?
do you think about me at all?

it's hard to think we were so close once.
we havent spoken in a year,
and i dont want to speak to you.

we loved eachother.
you cheated,
and you lied.
you were kind,
that's who i loved.

it was your birthday,
was it a good one?
i hope youre okay,
i hope youre better.
uhh :/
Delyla Nunez Dec 2020
I hate you. You made me believe every lie you created.
You broke me. You like to remind me that I am broken.
Which I know.
But I think you fail to realize,
Is that I’d take all the harassment, all the assumptions, and all the lies;
Just to show you..

That I am sorry.
I’m sorry for thinking I’m good with enough.
I’m sorry for the lack of experience in bed.
I’m sorry for being broken and meeting you.

I shouldn’t have dragged you into it, but also
I didn’t deserve the lies and assumption thrown at me for a mistake I regretted.
I didn’t deserve to read the true thoughts you had of Marissa.

Even as I sit here and write.
Trying to bury my tears behind a screen and scream.
You’ll be okay though.

Because I got the jail out of free card.
I don’t have “multiple personalities..”
I’m just the ****. A *****. ****. ****. Leg-opener. Yada. Yada.

Just the same ****.
An old one I did.
Lavender Menace Dec 2020
surely this is the end
the hope of orion look back upon us, and tell the lovers tales
a choice, so simple a love so gone, surely this is the end
the cups are empty the tears have pooled
words whirlwind like memories
surely this is the end
if it is the end, why must it end this way the questions question the way we way
why are you ***
worries for curls and worries for girls, cracking knuckles in the mall
bang my head against a wall
then perhaps an answer will stall from the halls the cracks in the walls the blood as it falls perhaps and answer will stall
make me known oh beautiful love
this surely is the end
sitting here in my dwindling stock the cold ones stare at my eyes
they tell so many truths to us when we were still alive
doubts consume my very head and drop me to the floor
starved for connection i only plead and ask the doubt for more
yeah btw did i say i hate the world
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