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Jonas 1d
They know

something is teribly wrong
with me
something is off
I'm not right
not normal
They can see
sense it
can't pin it down
find excuses
but They know
I don't understand where this came from
This space between us
Interrupting connection
I can't reach you, though you are right here
I hear your words
I feel them
And then you're gone
Slipping through my hands like silt
You speak, but you're a million miles away
You don't want to be
I see you fighting it
I know you are exhausted
I know you need me
I'm hoping this is a temporary trip
That you'll return to me soon
And I'll recognize the excitement in your eyes
The feeling that enveloped my soul the day we met
And has carried my heart each day since
Come back to me, love
When you are ready
I want all of you
Ash 5d
Few years and I don't have to look at your last seen but to gaze at you instead.
if you think, i love you
and i should take a step towards you
but what if you also love me—
why don't you close that distance then.
do what you expect from others first!.
helia Feb 25
You are my sun
And I, your sunflower
My life revolves around
You who shines on me

And yet at times, I feel
Like I am more the moon
Our hearts are one
Yet our minds cannot meet

It feels as though we are
Forever on opposing ends
One always overshadowed
Inevitably by the other

You are the sun
Bold and bright yet brash
Sitting high in the sky
Caring and yet cruel

At times, I am the moon
Bleak and bereft
Surrounded by stars
But equally so of darkness

I wish to hide in that darkness
And wait until the day
For the eclipse that shall bring us
Truly together again
We meet, we part.
Oct 28, 2020
nmo Feb 23
i wonder
how we managed
to convince our hands
not to hold onto each other
when we said goodbye.

now, i'm writing
inside this flying can;
thinking this might be the closest
to a home.

these small seats,
with even smaller legs space.
these funny-shaped windows,
where all you can see are
white clouds,
and sporadically
some lights.
tiny houses,
with even tinier people.

and us,
tiny giants,
reading overpriced perfume catalogs,
listening to mispronounced english,
using disposable low-fidelity headphones,
inside low-light low-love low-cost
Thomas W Case Feb 22
You rolled across
my body and
working the
aches out of my
tired back.
This poem won't
The writing streak
is over.
I know that
all good things
must come to
an end.
The sidewalk
the glasses break,
both bull and
matador die.
And when I lie down
at night
on the living
room couch,
the ten steps
to your bed and
to your heart
seem like
a thousand miles away.
Mnamri Feb 15
Three small dots
As you write

Watching them dance
In the light

On the screen
Of lonely nights

Symbols turn into
Hope held tight

Hanging onto words
A sad sight

Hanging onto dots
My newfound plight.
I constantly thinking of you,
I picture your beautiful eyes watching mine.
I imagine what it would feel like to be in your arms.
Im falling in love with you, but I'm drowning,

in my doubt, in my self-sabotage
that you don't love me.

This distance between us kills me,
I'm trying to hold on, I want to believe that you want me but
the way you act sometimes pulls in  this wave of rejection and fear
and everything comes crashing down in my face.
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