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wablah Feb 2016
I left you all alone
you promised, baby you promised
That we would keep this relationship
I wanted to defend this beautiful land
I nearly sacrificed my life for a command
But I'm back

Back in the same home
Same phone
Yet the frames are left unknown
Who's this man in this picture
And why the **** is there a child in the picture?
Who is there to blame
Everything isn't left the same
I used to know everything about you
Now I question if you still have the same last name?
I'm not sure about what your life has become
or if you even remember me
But I'm back.

I see you and your new man walk through the door
I swear, I don't think your eyes could of grown some more
The shock and terror in your face
Never would you of thought that you'd see me again
A child walks through the door
You broke our promise
"I thought that you were dead"
Excuses come in the race
I've been calling for the past month
Without any response
But I'm back
Just a little poem in the perspective of a Soldier that comes back after years of protecting his country just to realize that his girlfriend broke their commitment.
pc Jan 2016
They say experience is the best teacher.

I am now selfish.
I am now irrational.
I am now skeptical.

Most importantly,
I am now someone who cannot commit.

You have taught me well, Darling.
Congratulations.
You have taught me well.

/pc
emma jane Dec 2015
it's okay really,
it's okay that you can't commit
it's okay that it's been awhile since somebody wanted me
and it's okay if you decide you don't want to save me from these waves of loneliness that seem to have crashed over my head.
it's okay if you don't like to swim
I'll tell you that I'm easy, that it's okay if you don't want to kiss me goodbye, or hold my hand,
that I don't want you to.
and I'll tell myself it's okay to lie.
it's okay if you don't want to drink a glass of the sad songs  my broken heart will pour out for you.
it's okay.
it's okay.
it's okay really,
I'm not broken, just lonely.
I'm sorry I haven't been active lately loves, a lot has been happening.
Ellie Geneve Dec 2015
Back in the day,
there were no cellphones,
so when people made plans
they did not confirm them


Can you imagine that?
Being completely dependent on the fact that someone is showing up

Looking for them in the crowds

Praying nothing has happened to them,
Worrying

You can't communicate with them in any way.

What you can and should do is:

have faith in them; trust them

They should know: this trust once torn, cannot be stitched
and if this is not motive enough for them to come
then nothing is
I'm not the type of guy who wants a quick fling and leave dollars on the nightstand for girls to pick up
As they leave the door
I know that i wouldn't be happy with that, i want more
It starts with an R and ends with p
Spell it out for me
You'll figure it out
You're smart.
Lizzy Love Nov 2015
A boy walks down the sidewalk,
a cigarette in one hand.
His eyes transfixed up ahead,
Where the girl of his dreams stands.

She puts a flower in her hair,
as she breathes in the fresh, spring air.
Unaware of the coming fate,
she starts walking, for now she's late.

His chest tightens with each step now,
realizing the girl has moved on.
The boy decides to keep his vow,
'til her love for him has dawned.

Years go by, and as we know,
the two continued to grow.
She's a woman, and he's a man
when their story truly began.

On that same sidewalk that was the track
that kept the two apart,
the two collided, walking opposite ways.
On their journey, they soon would embark.

Now they walk hand in hand
down that sidewalk every day.
Gleaming a love oh, so grand,
"Sheer perfection!" some would say.

Shortly after, love spread terribly thin,
for now they cared for their very own kin.
Two girls and two boys, and a dog in the mix,
left both lovers looking for a quick, happy fix.

She turned to a bottle of wine, a chat with a friend,
He turned to pathetic lies, and kissing women.
Both continued on for a year, or for a few.
Little did he think, all of his actions she knew.

She stayed strong and honest, despite all the lies.
Holding the family together, all day and all night.

Eventually, the chaos slowed down.
As kid by kid moved to a new town.
The lovers finally got a last chance,
to give their old love another glance.

She corked up the wine,
and hung up the phone.
He started to decline
all the women he'd known.

They started out small,
realizing not to compare
their personal faults,
and the who, what, and where's.

After a week, they held pinkies.
By a month, palm to palm.
He'd hold her small body,
Changing chaos to calm.

It is now decades later,
and the two are still strong.
You've seen no love greater,
after so much had gone wrong.

Love may not always feel very good,
and sometimes it's painfully misunderstood...
It takes commitment and patience,
and can bring agents of temptation.

And as he would say:
"LOVE, is worth the wait.
LOVE, is worth the weight."
*So, which choice will you make?
Katlego Tladi Oct 2015
Morning settles on the dew.
Mirages of you, settle in my view.
While the sky settles with its hue.
I settle thoughts of settling with you.

I wouldn't mind settling for this.
Except, humming birds never settle in their nests.
East is what you know best
But It's always warmer in the west.

When the sky changes its hue it changes with you.
Looks can be deceiving but changes are true.
When the night comes, You come apart.
When the snow becomes dark, So does your heart.

The birds in the east never really gave you an option.
'No' only meant proceed
With caution.
I find myself
All too often
Losing you
To your many contortions

You'd bend over in every way for me, anytime.
Except backwards.
Forever mine.
What a short forever that was.

Learning to accept that humming birds never settle in their nests.
Learning that when the dew falls, it's only for the best.
Learning to live without the air that is you baby.
You were so hot last night, it turned you into dew baby
Unrequited Love Sep 2015
Commitment issues aren't that hard to have when you have nothing and no one.

Being all alone, the only thing I have to commit to is breathing

And I've grown quiet fond of that...
But who knows if that is permanent
Little Azaleah Sep 2015
It doesn't matter how much they push you down.
It doesn't matter how much it hurts as they hit you till bleed, with bruises and cuts all over.
It doesn't matter how painful it is to just get up on your feet and move forward.
Because,
when you reach to the end of the line;
what you wanted, what you dreamed of,
will be there waiting for you.
And
every hardships and sacrifices you've made now seems worth it.
Just don't give up,
even if the challenges you had then were unbearable.

{ E.I }
Every darkness has it light.
Never give up.
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