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you used to tell me how much you
liked my eyes and sight, just to end
up making them sore and lose their brightness.

you said you had no intentions of hurting me
but here am i, crying till im out of breath.

you said you loved me and that i made you
happy, but you still left me for her.
So tell me, how am i suppose to trust
and love another human being when none of
it was real...
Steve Page Mar 2022
This morning tomorrow won't be as expected - it will be far from this tonight and nowhere near as planned.  There's no telling when it will be back to its old self.  So for now, we'll make do and sleep and dream of another yesterday, because today won't do.  It never did.  It never would.
Alistair Jun 2021
𝑰'𝒎 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇 e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶.
𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒏𝒂𝒑?
𝑨 𝓅ℯ𝒶𝒸ℯ𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒐𝒏𝒆?
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒅 ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴀɢᴏɴʏ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆?

𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚 ጠሃነቿረቻ 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅?
𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒚 🅜︎🅨︎🅢︎🅔︎🅛︎🅕︎ 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕?
𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 🅴︎🅽︎🅳︎ 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍,
𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 ꪑ𝓲𝘴ꫀ𝘳ꪗ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈.

𝑳𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒉𝒐𝒘 b̸r̸o̸k̸e̸n̸ 𝑰 𝒂𝒎,
𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 ꎭꀤ꒒꒒ꀤꂦꈤꌚ ꪮᠻ 🄿🄸🄴🄲🄴🅂 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
f̶r̶u̶s̶t̶r̶a̶t̶e̶d̶, 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 ᵉˣᵖᵉᶜᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇.

Ⓘ︎ 𝒂𝒎 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 sʍɐlɟ,
𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕.
𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 n̸o̸ 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆,
𝕴 ᵃᵐ ɐ f̸a̸i̸l̸u̸r̸e̸.
IC May 2021
Lusteloos, liever dan pijn
*** zou het morgen zijn

Kijkend door het raam
naar mijn weerspiegeling vol schaam

Wetende dat er iets moet veranderen
maar bang om terug te vallen

Te bang om iets nieuws te ondernemen
Te gewend aan de leegte

Iets nieuws, avontuurlijks, positiefs

     met kriebels van hoop
     en de klim naar het licht
     die doorhakken de knoop
     en bieden nieuw zicht

lijkt nooit definitief
To the once blooming violet, is it true?
Will she succumb her petals to the burden of time?
Will I be witness to the ripples of this crime?
Is the storm to drown her in skies darkened blue?

Why is the savior the one to endanger?
Why is the heartsease the one heartbreaker?
Why is the kind spirit the true soul shaker?
Why is my best friend to become a stranger?

How can she lose against the clutches of temptation?
When was the divine cursed with humanity?
How could the listener speak with inanity?
When was our friendship twisted into damnation?

Will an invasive **** be victorious in his heist?
Is the **** to convince her of his illusive might?
Is he ******* her salve, to my abysmal fright?
Will I rot of envy from the disgraceful tryst?

Why is life’s story a destiny written in stone?
Why can’t I change the demise plagued within?
Why should her scent become my eternal toxin?
Why shall it degrade me from my flesh ‘til my bone?

How was I yearning for the bliss of her design?
When was I seeded with this addiction?
How was it dreamt into endless affliction?
When did Violet and Lost Girl begin to intertwine?

And did the lost girl tiptoed through the darkened fields?
Was her in search of the warmth of the sun’s yield?
Did she reach the water? Was it her escape?
Was a giant lily in the wait?
Was it a doomed attempt? No heat, no win?
Were her burdens too heavy? Did she sink in?
And forever bound, was this betrayal to restrain her way?
Or was it a promise of the past to save her day?
A poem made of questions...and an epilogue? Well, I tried something a little bit different here. The questions mark my confusion as to how someone I once called a friend began ignoring me and decided to abandon me after she began dating another person. I saw a change in her personality that made me crackle with abashment. It felt like she had never been candid with me. Still, as the epilogue shows, I sensed a glimmer of hope, and when I gave her this poem, we were finally able to talk about our relationship.
Maria Hernandez Sep 2020
"As long as I
don't lose you
I am ok"

Those words will forever
be embedded in my brain,
because you still left me
what a shame.
Sergio Gonzalez Aug 2020
With every step there’s pain
With every stumble there’s disappointment
The day may beat down on us
As the moon and sun dance around
Controlling the world from up above  
And there will be days
When your strength might be gone

But with every step there’s hope
And with every stumble we build the courage
To be something more than we ever hoped
As the Earth and the planets
Circle around the celestial galaxies
We should count ourselves so lucky
As least we were here to see it
Daisy Hemlock Aug 2020
I'm tired of impressing people, or trying to I mean.
But once I win someone over, I'm bored of them
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