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josef 2d
though i may want you
i don't want to hold your hand
backtrack any thoughts or words
written with you in mind
regret devoting so much
time and energy to study your features
or wondering whether you can end up
making the mistake of being with me
This phrase, so often repeated as if it were a bluff
And I used to think these words were worn
But now I see that it can’t be said enough
Even if I repeated it since the day that I was born

I would move a mountain just for you to see me
I would crater this world as I start shrieking
How much I love the energy you bring
Every word I hear
Is like music to my ears

And as the ground crumbles below you
I would rip my own heart out if it meant that I could show you
That I would do anything to ensure that I could know you

You may never read this and perhaps it is our destiny
But that feeling in my heart, never to subside
I’d tear through fate itself
Just to call you mine
josef 2d
a slurry of fire and magma can’t escape
through the crust, being stopped by a
thin layer of earth, unable to express
itself, to wreak havoc upon the earth.

it’s passion is bottled up, its fear is contained,
his fury is sealed, saved for another day
when it can express its emotion.
but now, the crust encases it like a weighted blanket
Aaamour 3d
I see her in school some times
no lipstick, no fancy clothes
even in these boring uniforms
dim lit lights and stressed minds

her face shines
like the necklace she always wears
her presence
brings warmth like class’s fav teacher

when I hear her laughs
the school turns into an orchestra
I go to school everyday
not because I study well
just to see her
to get lost in her eyes one last time

outside the chauffeur waits for her
while I run behind the bus
heard that she has traveled the world
while I struggle to visit a nearby hill

she’ll never love me
I won’t stop loving her till I die

when I’ll have enough money
I’ll buy not some luxury gifts
but a bouquet of flowers and a book

As it’s because of her
I write
I feel love
I want to live
Every word I say

already belongs to the past.
Every sentence ends before I’m ready,

just like us.

They say every beginning has an end—

but not every end was given a start.

Like love, 
which crept in silent

the moment loneliness collapsed.

Love met my solitude and said,

“You’ve waited long enough.”

but love never promised forever.

You didn’t either.

I’m not ready to turn the page

if you're not written in the next.

The world stands still for you—
pauses in awe.

Even time stares.

Yet you keep moving,

and I stay frozen—

still stuck

in the moment you left.

Are you real?

Was your love real?

Were we?

I question the truth of you,

the truth of us.

The future fades,

but your face lingers in the dark.

I ask and ask

but all I do

is think of you.

We all die in the end.

Some die with joy,

others with silence.

I will die with sorrow

because my hands won’t be in yours.

For those who break, 
all that's left is breath.

For those who wait, only pain.

Time stops—you move.

Time moves—I don’t.

When you walk away,

I ask if you ever truly loved.

When I stop chasing,

you wonder if I ever truly stayed.

The final moment is always the first.

The first touch, the last ache.

For your dream, I am parched.

For your voice, I starve.

With you,

I feel like less than whole—a soul missing its mirror.

But without you,
there is no half.

There is only 
nothing.
After four years and countless turns of time, I’m still wildly, quietly, endlessly in love with the same man.
And if years are poems, then every line still rhymes with him.
josef 5d
i cannot tell where you stand
or what you think of me
do you tread on dry land,
or do you go through the sea?

your signs are unreadable, your lips are
divine, perhaps a sign that
you are like a traffic light going back
to green, or to red, to tell me to slow my car

but i can’t stop, it’s on a hill
and the brake-line is cut  
and as i gaze out of my windowsill
and see a tree sprouting chestnuts
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josef 6d
and they ask me:
why do you subscribe to spotify premium?
and i say that it’s only to put the song
by the smiths with his name on loop
that i might hear his name spoke
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I want nothing more than to touch your heart, but I will never reach for it.

Instead I will build it a sanctuary.
Sacred grounds where none else shall enter - a home of its own.
Where ivy climbs columns, reaching toward the fountains overflowing with love - radiating with purity, honesty and compassion.
With a place to lay your head, and let all worries slip away, to be carried off by songbirds which sing your favorite tune.
Where every plant as you pass by, has flowers dramatically bloom.
For this space, as well as I, would do anything, for you.
josef 6d
your eyes inject me like fentanyl
making me addicted
making me dependent on every glance to live
i’m addicted to your smile, your charm
and all that’s you
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josef 7d
he speaks to me about the xylem
and the phloem, meaningless to me when
the only thing i want to do is listen
to him yap, and to gaze at his eyes
like it’s the sun, and i’m a plant
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