You know what’s worse than someone walking away leaving?
Staring right at them and watching them leave emotionally and mentally.
Comment below I want to hear your thoughts on what’s worse to you. 😊
Aaj murjha gaye voh phool
Jo kabhi khila karte the Ek samay tha jab Hum bhi khulke muskuraya karte the.....
I am falling apart
I am scared I am lonely But who really cares No one cares No one knows Am I hurt you wouldn't know Am I broken its hard to tell Drifting away from what's real Its like life telling me who to be Life is a battle A battle I will overcome Will writing poems heal what's broken Follow me and you'll know what happened
BE YOURSELF AND EXPERIENCE YOUR VOICE THROUGH POETRY
Lately we drink
And then we talk, And it’s perfect Because I’ve missed These conversations with you. Lately we drink And then we talk, And then I get caught in my Feelings because I don’t Think I’m enough for you. Lately we smoke And I fall asleep, And when I wake to Your back to me, I pray You didn’t fall asleep lonely. Lately we smoke And you fall asleep, So I smoke some more Because there’s a sadness Brewing that I can’t explain. Lately we **** Instead of make love, And it feels so good, But I crave the raw love You showed me the first time. Lately we **** Instead of make love, And you moan in your dreams. I stay awake at night Hoping you’re dreaming of me. Lately I think And get stuck in my head; Dangerous terrain. My emotions flip and Play tricks on my brain. Lately I think And get stuck in my head, And allow my insecurity To become reality, Instead of using rationality, And I’m so sorry.
Shadow talk about
Z o n i n g out Like I’m not haunted By its icy ghosts. Fingers hold my eyes open To memories of the last time, Ones I’d hoped to Never feel again. I remember that my heart Imploded, and my bones Crumpled under the pressure Of guilt, or pain, or shame. My skin peeled back to Reveal bleeding muscle and Torn heart strings, still Trying to play a happy song. My eyes turned broken Faucets the night he left And I was so sure He would never come home to me. I stayed awake as long as The lights stayed on, And fell asleep trying to Convince myself he still loved me.
They say the truth gives closure,
when spilt, we loose our composure. They say the truth either heals or wheels sanity away. The truth, a perception or a belief?