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Love failed
I never thought it might

I cry disappointment
in the middle of the night

Reality doesn't care
about what's wrong or right

Reality doesn't care
about how hard I fight
His4Her is a series of poems with different points of view of fictional people
I met this beauty on duty.
An epitome of God's creativity.
A real deal.

For her, the whole barn of my gut fell.
The very cells of my being got drunk with her hypnotic self.

Guess where this is going is clear
But the reality is stronger than fear
Yeah it's true!

I love her but I can't say it...
Because she belongs to another.
The arms that gives her what she deserves.
Azrael Jan 2021
Dad
Your eyes avert mine
You wish to not acknowledge
Your disappointment of a son
But I suppose that is all I am to you
For you never notice what good I have done
As your words quietly scar
It’s almost as if you knew
Just where to aim the gun
In order to twist someone undone
lol *whips and naenaes in family disappointment*
Maeve Jan 2021
I want to plant a garden
And water brown, dead flowers
I wish to reap
Just what I sow
If I water only the dead ones, I can be satisfied that it wasn't my care that killed them
Initial J Dec 2020
Listen up, please
Because, I've got a story, of the people who disagree
One, is always on the fence, the other in the tree
It's left and right, it's black and its white
And no matter what, it's always a fight
Sure, one can try, to settle the other down
But, the other one, runs the other in the ground
It seems like they're just in it, for the round and round
Some aren't much, for the roller coaster
rides
And some are thrill seekers
Looking for attention, from when they almost die
Been there, done that, almost died twice
At my own hand, as a sacrifice
For the other one before, who turned out to be a *****
And when they found, love renewed
Apparently, it was time to pay another due
As if their life wasn't enough, they still stayed tough
Then let them, beat them up
Then acted like, they didn't give a ****
All they ever do, is try to see “what's up”
Maybe, patch them back up
But who is there for them, when they need it
Because all they really see, is their bleeding
No matter how much pain, they still live through the strain
Feeling like their life, was just a stain
Everyday is insane, yeah sure I'll take another complaint
Please fill out this form
Or toss it back, brave another storm
No, I won't use terms like him or her
I truly feel, I don't belong on this earth
Might as well, just load me in a hearse
It's all my life is worth
I wish I could say, “well it couldn't be much worse”
Then, when that's said
The other ones, will surely be the first
I will always, come in last
I believe, in having a little class, not showing your ***
Trying to make everything, good or bad last
Just to find, it didn't mean a thing
All that effort, isn't worth doing
When no one's there, to push you on the swing
So there is no back and forth, just standing still
Waiting, just to leave the dirt
So why live out, a living hell
When everyone you ask for help
Pretty much tells you "Go **** yourself"
This one is old, found it in some old files
Ashton Nance Dec 2020
When I was young I fell silent when my parents said they loved me
Because with my upbringing, that couldn’t be  

Brushed away when alcohol and a rush of nicotine meant more
If they couldn’t care for me, what did they have me for?

Promises to meet for lunch, have weekend visits, and for the drinking to stop
Each one broken, another disappointment to top

“You’re my world, my reason for living”
“I’m trying my best”
I can only be so forgiving
And only when all you’ve done has been suppressed

As I grew, I struggled to cope
Would things get better, can I hold on to hope?  

I fear for the day that I get the call that my dad is dead
He doesn’t sleep, still drinks, and thinks he’s invincible
The constant worry of losing him living in my head
No matter the past, doesn’t he know he’s irreplaceable?

My mom is sick, worsening every day
I’ve seen her change before my eyes
Caring for my dying mom, a role I never wanted to play
How will I forget all that happened when she dies?

All my life I’ve craved what can’t be redeemed  
A healthy relationship to cherish forever
It pains my heart to see others get what I’ve always dreamed
Maybe one day it won’t hurt (or never)

“You’re so mature!”
“You have to be older than what you say!”

No, that’s just the trauma, the things I can’t forget
The things I haven’t healed from yet

For the rest of my days I will pay the price
Climbing a mountain that never ends
But what is life without a little spice?
A recipe for disaster that transcends
Sydney Dec 2020
I wait
like a sitting duck
to be struck again by
the blow of disappointment.

I don't know why I think
each time will be different
But I wait--
just in case
it turns out
we were hasty;
though we gathered wood
it was not nearly enough

those fires we had
burned bright
and true
but
maintaining such heat
proved harder
than imagined

offerings
at the start
were too much
too generous
burnt through
too quickly
radiating heat
enveloping us
in a false sense
of comfort

settling into this warmth
this temporary state
of contentment
the need for stoking
                for fresh wood
goes forgotten
as flames die
as embers dull

all it needs
is for someone
to reach out
into the cold
and awaken the fire
but it seems
no one
is willing
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