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Josephine Wilea Feb 2020
But I guess it wasn't all bad,

because now I have a journal full of

poorly written breakup poetry.
I have torn in two, never to be one.
I formerly only cared for myself.
But now I care for you deep as a well.
I cannot find the bottom of the flowing love.
My heart will continue drawing from the depth of my soul.
As long as you are here, I am complete.
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marion Oct 2020
it’s so much easier said than done
should i stay or should i run
i love you with my whole heart
but why does it feel like i’m falling apart
i know i need to let you go
but part of me cant take that blow
i want to continue to date
but we have to end this before it’s too late
god
i can't stop staring into your eyes
you're so tall
so blue
so deep
like an ocean im being swept away in
thank god
for those swimming lessons as a kid
YMCA
you want me to be your bae
how come im not at peace?
like when you're sitting there
floating
staring at the stars
the same twinkle in your eyes
when you look at me
im drowning
quick
save me
6'5"
so heckin sweet to me
back to the future
how'd you know?
those nikes..
who's gonna kiss first?
you lose
but is this really winning?
i haven't felt like i was winning in a long time
you wanna see me in tennessee
you wanna see me tomorrow
you wanna see
me?
i blew you off for two months
just like i blew it
this morning
unsureness
will be the death of me
unless cigarettes take my life
first
his name is andrew
i met him once
he seemed like an *******
but like
in a good way
we met.
i stayed at his house.
he was an actual *******.
we had ***
while i was half asleep.
i cant remember if it was consensual
in the beginning.
i left the next morning.
he started being weird.
sending me gibberish.
i blocked him.
he added me back
again
and again
and again
30 times now.
making usernames
calling me fat
and again
and again
please dont find me
Kerstin Oct 2020
****.
Hot, wet, nasty and painful.
Why is that all they want to do?

I just want someone to hold my hand,
make me smile and laugh.
Why cant I find someone who wants that too?
I'm not hard to please.
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