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Brian Tafanji Oct 2017
I fell for you.
Now I can't get up.
Who's to blame? You, me, or my undying love?
Lilly O Oct 2017
You make me cry
You make me laugh
You make me want
To give you a chance
My insides shake
My palms sweat
My stomach aches
And my mouth rants
I try to collect my thoughts
But I can’t
Because deep inside
You understand
My laughs, smiles, hopes
And dreams
You hold me when
I want to scream
And stay with me
Until I fall asleep
You kiss my cheeks
When tears run down
You laugh with me
When we fool around
I really hope you remember me
Because you were the one
To let my butterflies
Free
Even people tough as steel eventually get those flittery little butterflies. I hope you like my poem.
Brian Tafanji Oct 2017
It was all just a dream. You don’t love me. You never kissed me. You don’t care. And you’re never friendly. I hate that i love you. We can never be. We don’t exist.....only you and i serperatley. You give me strange looks. You look away. You’re afraid of emotions. You left me astray. You lead me on and told me lies.  You made me hate myself for being gay.. I’m through with the games i’m not your pawn. There is no love, it’s time to move on.
cassie marie Oct 2017
You wanna know whats bad
I can't even say your name without thinking about the fun we had
I can't say it without missing you
I can't say it without thinking of your new girl
I can't even think about how happy you were with me
I can't stop thinking about what I did wrong

But you know whats even better
I can say your name
I can think about everything we did without getting sad
I can answer questions about us now
I can say all the things we did and not get sad
I can be the girl my new boy wants

Our relationship didn't leave me depressed and upset
It gave me the time to heal
And time heals my darling
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa here we go again
cassie marie Oct 2017
When I say his name I know what you feel
Like a kaleidoscope of butterflies just erupted in your stomach
The thought of him makes you wanna do flips all around
But you know you can't have him
You know he's not into you
You know he's into someone else
You know you'll never been good enough
But babygirl you just can't get over him can you
You're addicted to all his cologne
You're addicted to the way he talks to you
But he talks to you about the other girls
The girls you will never be
Babygirl trust me he will soon realize how great you are
But for now
You can't get over the way he bites his lip
It helps him focus
You can't get over the way he puts so much effort into his hair
It looks better than yours
You can't get over how blind he is
You almost tell him straight up you like him
But you know he'd just laugh in your face
You just want him to call you his baby girl
But dear theres a reason why they are called crushes
Because the crush your heart when they don't like you back.
I wrote this about my crush and honestly I'm proud of it. I just can't get over anything about him, and I know I'm just not good enough and I have to accept that
Rylie Lucas Oct 2017
You don’t know I exist
So I talk to you
And the next thing I know
You’re stuck to me like glue
Wouldn’t stop texting me
Not able to leave me alone
And the crazy thing about it is
I don’t mind it at all
Having you by my side
Makes me feel so amazing
Like I could conquer the world
Like I could do anything
Unable to imagine
What life was like before
I’d walk over to you
And you’d be wide open, like a door
Loving you everyday
And knowing you love me too
Gives me so much confidence
And lets me see my life through
I actually talked to my crush! The butterflies won't leave me alone now!
J Sep 2017
Loving him
is like swimming
the depths
of the unknown ocean.

Unpredictable and dark,
yet you are drawn near
because of its secrets.

Loving him
is sweet torture.
Like a Nightingale
trapped inside an iron cage.

A tune for a song.
A song for
my melancholic reason.

Loving him
is being free
of boundaries
and pretenses.

A mirror
that always reminds me
who I am
and what I can be.

Loving him is
like keeping
both feet
on the ground
while his hands
wrap around my wrist,
forcing myself
To fly with him.

Loving him is
tasting the first bite
of every
surprise possibility.

I always see
myself craving
for his abrupt
trickery,
A magic only
him can manipulate
and see.

But all these things
can never be done
nor never be written
if only I said
those words
ever so quickly.

I am loving him.
And he doesn't seem
to know that now.

Or does he?
All these girls and why me?
All these boys but why you?
All these girls but why she?
All these boys but why he?
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