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Ileana Amara May 2020
when hope drains out like a soul moving out of a body,
it is difficult to walk a path with purpose and steady

when love becomes a baneful burden,
there goes a slit in a wrist, and deep, dark eyes swollen

when faith blurs and requires mere senses to see,
death waves at the doorstep, and life seems to does flee

when the demons take over,
I am dragged down to hell
into the deep pits, seemingly detrimental forever
but I am a dichotomy that neither likes fair-hell or farewell

IA ☕
This is a poem I'd likely write to my younger self.
Lyss May 2020
Do I love love ? Or do I hate love ?
Love makes everything feel like it’s on steroids. It’s makes the highs sooo incredible and happy, while it makes the lows deathly dark and scary.
It can make you feel so inspired and motivated and outgoing and light,
while at the same time it has the abilities to be completely debilitating.
Completely detrimental.
It can make you so cold and heartless.
So uncaring and rude.
But at different points I feel both extremes.
Unaware of what you're saying
You show affection
Unaware of the depth of your words
You open yourself to danger

The function of the heart is to pump blood through your body
It allows you to live
Breathe

But
If your heart becomes toxic
You no longer
Live
Breathe
Easily

Beware of the threats of choosing hearts
They can be detrimental to your everything or sometimes beneficial.
Lately it seems like every good thing that happens to me eventually finds a way to go wrong.
We’re breaking apart but I’m still holding on, trying my best to stay strong.
I’m trying to find my way back to you but I don’t even know where to start.
I’ve been hopelessly walking around with a broken heart.
I cannot love myself and still manage to love you too.
This chemistry is beautiful but it’s detrimental too.
Yes, I know I said I love you.
But this love cannot carry us all the way through.
The months we spent together were not easy but the memories we made were worth it.
How can I explain the fact that I’m lost in a deep abyss of pain?
I wonder if we’ll ever return back to love again.
One of those poems...

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