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McKenna Oct 2017
It's the feeling that you're drowning and the only thing that can save you is the one person pushing you deeper in to the cold, black water

It's the feeling that you are standing at a crossroads and your heart tells you to stand in the tracks and get hit by the almighty train and your mind tells you to run

You've seen other people get hit by the almighty train. They've been fine. They've been happy.

Why am I the only one who questions getting hit by the almighty train that is love?

It's the over use of, "Baby, it's not you, it's me", of "I'm sorry I'm so ****** up" of "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with this"

It's going to bed every night thinking, "I'm too broken to love"

But when he holds you in his arms. For that second, for that minute, your thoughts are cleared. He enters your brain with an eraser and clears the chalkboard mess that has become your mind.
There aren't any songs about commitment issues
Irene Poole Sep 2017
You only seem to care when you're drunk or otherwise impaired
but maybe you're just scared of commitment.

These promises you make when we're barely awake always seem to fade by daybreak and I can't take this anymore.

If you play with my emotions always bringing me up and then down and I never know if you'll be found with some other girl,
then maybe I'm not the one you should run to when you want to have some fun at a party.

I am enough for you and if you can't understand then maybe you don't deserve to hold my hand and tell me that I'm beautiful.

These words I say to make you pay are not enough because words need actions but you never act
instead you live your life of lies never caring who you disguise yourself as or who you make cry.

You only seem to care when you're drunk or otherwise impaired
but maybe you're just scared of commitment.
Erika Sep 2017
Is anyone really
bad at love?
Or are they bad
with trust, commitment,              and
even lust.
TheModernHippie Sep 2017
I will love you but not forever
Because time will not define a feeling so divine
But this is not the reason why

I will love you, but not as strongly
Because slowly and surely, commitment will be the key
But this is not the reason why

I will love you, but not as consistently
Because my eye cannot vye with two to compromise
But this is not the reason why

And the reason why must not shock you
It must not phase or break you, this is not to contain you
It will never mean to release you
But hope, to engage you

Because
I will not love you forever
Because of another
And this is without hesitation, nonchalant
One who may be a little ignorant
But will always be more observant
Deserving, learning, and maybe even infinitely more important

Because as you will see,
And I hope you know what this means
Together we were never meant to be two souls in a constant tether;

I will love our child forever
Blanca Enigma Aug 2017
I didn't understand how I went from one relationship to the next. I still don't know. I still don't know how I've told so many women I loved them but never really meant it though. I've got this 2 year itch I can't seem to get past it. I've gone from this to that like a **** game of chest but now I'm gasping. I would like to think that I brought some good to them but as I write this down, I know I was never for them. I'm a serial dater filled with commitment issues that I can't fix. Now I'm searching for my next fix like a drug addict looking for their next hit. I'm addicted to the thought of being in love and committed to someone who I already know doesn't deserve to find out the hurt they are about to endure. I'm a *******. Clearly I have too many issues that is hard to change or better yet, maintain.
G Rog Rogers Aug 2017
I knew that I truly
did love Her
when I could not bear
to see Her heart be hurt

I knew how much
I surely did care
when I could not bear
to see Her cry

Knowing the grief
She encountered
was darkness
rising against
Her beautiful grace

I knew I always
would love Her
from the moment
tears first caressed
Her angel face

I knew I never
could leave Her
awash in a
tragedy of loss

I knew how much
I loved Her
When Her tears
fell freely at such
a very precious cost

Her anguish was shared
there in my heart of hearts
My arms ached
to embrace Her sorrow

With Her until
beyond the end
I believed We would
always share tomorrow

I knew Our bond
was established
upon the first
glistening mist
in Her eye

I knew I truly
did love Her
When I could not bear
to see Her cry.

-R.

6.15.17
-LA

-4MAR
©2017
Grey mirror Aug 2017
No you are not weak,
You chose to commit
Then you say it was out of your league.
No don't say you aren't ready.
You went with the flow when it was steady.
It was only because you lost the will,
For with commitment comes sacrifice.
To you that was too big a prize
to pay.
And indolence decided to stay,
And you preferred it that way.
But don't you ever say you are weak.
For commitment involves more than strength.
**It needs your will.
Then only it can be fulfilled.
If you are committed to anything, be it faith, relationship, work, art, music. Don't give in to laziness, and don't blame weakness. All you need is the will power to push you towards the goal.
2 | 31 Poems for August 2017

How are you so certain of a love that you’ve never truly experienced, but only seen in your dreams?
The love and faith you have in our future endeavours has got me listening to Love in the Future for hours on end.
I am not having any second thoughts about us, I’m just doubtful of the intensity of my love lately.
I have honestly lost count of how many times we’ve broken up – I’ve never been good at math anyway.
I’ve had to acquaint myself with the truth just so I could look you straight in the eyes without flinching.
Love me unconditionally until the day when you can finally feel my heart rapidly beating inside your chest.
Somehow love has eluded me ever since we’ve parted ways so I’ve been avoiding commitment these days.
I keep doing this thing wrong and constantly putting myself in places and spaces that I don’t belong.
On some nights, I sporadically smell your perfume on the white cotton sheets of my memory.
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