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Rachel Dyer Feb 2017
Once again torn in two.
To go or stay.
To love or hate you.
Struggling to keep the doubts at bay.

It seems so silly to have so much pain,
we were so willing to throw it all away,
just yesterday,
can I really erase that from my brain?

Why is it when the sun shines I want to be here?
Why can't I stay mad at you my dear?
I go from wanting to hurt you,
to sticking to you like glue.

What is it about this place?
Making me at once both miserable and complete?
Maybe it is the pain that makes my heart race.
Maybe I'm an addict, making happiness a herculean feat.
hazem al jaber Dec 2016
Heart's decision ...

you are the heart...

through into my feelings ...
within my deep silence ...
between my moans ...
and the sadly breathes...
which runs fast angry ...
with a noise thoughts ...
in spite of the fury volcano ...
which it lives inside the heart ...
and gets within every second  ...
more angry because of your leave...
because of the miss-understand ...
of the love which i hold inside for you  ...
you still the love ...
and will be always ...
the lover whom i love ...
whom i live always ...
as my home land ...
which i love and adore ...
in spit of all my pains ...
which caused me ...
because of your decision ...
leave's decision ...

you will be the sweetheart...
to my heart ...
and my all words ...
to my all poems ...
which i always write ...
write only for you ...
to your heart ...
wherever you be ...
however and no matter ...
how far you are ...
because you are my sweetheart ...

so no matter ...
what your decision is ...
the most matter is ...
my decision about you...
and my all decisions is you...

my last decision ..
before you leave ...
my heart which i hold ...
inside my body ...
between my ribs ...
which it beats secondly ...
it's you ...
for you ...
and only beats..
because you are ...
the reality ...
the only truth ...
that i got in my life ...
because you are ...
the happiness ...
that i knew within you ...
.
it's my heart's decision ...
that you can't resist ,,,
and this is my last decision ...

hazem al ...
Melanie Kate Nov 2016
I see you on the middle line
between the sun and moon.
You can't decide to cross into time
Or give yourself more room.
But the days are moving through us now,
And I feel a change coming soon:
The horizon between light and dark,
The stay-or-go wars within the heart.
(c). MKD 2016
Aly Aug 2016
I've decided to get over you
decided I won't play this game anymore
To rid myself of the fond memories that keep me holding on
get these thoughts of our happy ending out of my head.
over all this nonsense, I really am.
you never saw me the same way.

I know it will be hard
know that i will have to interact with you everyday
it is something unavoidable to people in the same friendship circle
will I be able to do this,
be strong and firm in my decision to let it go?
hard as it is I have decided to get over you.

It is going to take a while**
is all of this easy? No not at all.
going back and forth and fall all over again if very frustrating.
to suffer so much anxiety and be all over the place again.
take my feelings away already I don't want them anymore.
a cycle of falling again and forcing myself to move on.
while hard to end, I've decided to get over you.

And I am not over you yet though
I wish I was.
am I? I don't think so.
not always in the best position as i am
over acting making excuses.
you probably think i am just avoiding you, which is partly true
yet my friends are your friends and pulling away is not easy to do
though I've decided to get over you

But I will soon enough.
I am going to scream with joy of getting over an us that never was
will I shed a lot of tears though? I probably will but
soon the pain will subside and I will get my way because
enough is enough, I've decided to get over you.
A quick poem I did just to left some feels out.
Eb and Flow
To and Fro
Push and Pull
Which way to go?
decisions are hard
Jules Aug 2016
what if
we are not the thunder.
what if
the ocean carries only water
and the wonder is something that was never there;
just hope turned desperation.

what if the soil is just dirt,
what if there is no stardust within us.
what if there is only us;
if we are all we have.

if our fates are not set in stone after all;
just us cradling bad decisions in shaky hands.
if we are left alone,
and there is no savior but ourselves.

what if purpose is a long-lost myth,
if we cannot make it on our own,
if we find this life gone in a blink, a beat.
what then. what then.

if we are left unfound.
alternate title: "but writers are supposed to be brave, aren't they?"
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