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A tickle on the back of my neck,
the hairs on end,
the grip on my heart,
the butterflies in my stomach,
the knots within;
telling me,
You are the one.

A glimpse in the periphery,
a shadow in the corner,
the warmth of breath,
the scent on the wind;
telling me,
You are near.

Moist lips upon mine,
a lingering taste,
a familiarity,
an intensity in my heart,
the rhythm deafening;
telling me,
I am in love.

The world shifts,
a kaleidoscope of senses,
a sudden clarity.

The ordinary becomes extraordinary,
the mundane, magic.

A silent understanding,
a language spoken without words,
a connection forged in the depths.

The pull of gravity,
a force undeniable,
a surrender to the inevitable.

A dance of souls,
a symphony of emotions,
a tapestry woven with light.

The fear,
the vulnerability,
the exquisite joy.

A fragile bloom,
a delicate unfolding,
a revelation.

The world fades away,
only you remain,
a beacon in the darkness.

A whisper of destiny,
a promise unspoken,
a truth revealed.

The heart recognizes its home,
the soul finds its counterpart,
the journey begins.

A moment suspended in time,
an eternity captured in a glance,
a love discovered.
I think this speaks for itself
You meant the world to me.
You left me to die, and yet still
Invaluable as you are,
I miss you every day.

You pushed me away, and
Created a void in my heart.
Invaluable as you are,
The hole can not be filled.

You're alive, and yet gone.
But even if you were to die,
Invaluable as you are,
You would be a diamond in the pile.
This poem is a counterpart to "Worthless."
Awnaeji Feb 18
Magnificent ray, beyond wonders
Bewildered in your awe
Hope in your orange hue

Though days are hard
It may feel empty and sad
Lost in a parable of life

Sunset you are the most beautiful sight
Painted my sky with your golden ray
You give color before my darkness
A hope of dawn for a new day
You want to know what’s wrong?
Why I’m like this? Why I pull away?
Fine. Sit down.
Let me ******* tell you.

It’s my head.
My own head—the thing I live in every **** day—
it doesn’t stop tearing me apart.
It turns everything into a problem.
Twists every word you say into something worse.
Invents reasons why you’ll leave
before you even think about staying.

I ask myself, Did you mean that?
Were you lying? Are you tired of me?
And it’s not you—
it’s me and this brain that won’t shut the **** up.
It’s a riot in here.
Screaming, tearing things apart, burning everything down,
while you sit there, calm, like I’m losing my mind for no reason.

“Relax,” you said once.
“Stop overthinking.”
Yeah? Great advice. Thank you.
Let me just hit the imaginary off-switch in my head.
Oh wait—it doesn’t exist.

I replay everything.
Every second, every word,
every glance you gave me that felt half a beat too long.
And I know I’m being crazy,
but that doesn’t stop the noise.

I second-guess every feeling I’ve ever had—
every good thing we’ve built—
because the voice in my head says it won’t last.
It tells me you’ll leave,
and I believe it.

I always believe it.

And you know what ****** me off?
You think I do this for attention.
You think I’m dramatic.
You think I’m trying to hurt you.

No.
I’m trying to survive in here.
In a head that picks apart everything good
and turns it into poison.

I ruin things before they can ruin me.
I push you away because that’s easier
than waiting for you to walk out the door.

And I hate it.
I hate that I can’t trust anything real.
I hate that I doubt every time you tell me you care.
And I hate that deep down,
I’m always waiting for you to stop loving me.

Because no one ever stays.
And honestly?

If you were smart,
you’d run now, too.
Vianne Lior Feb 17
The body remembers what the mind buries.
A hand raised too quickly,
And my bones brace for impact.
A voice too sharp,
And my lungs forget how to breathe.
The past is not behind me.
It lives in the way my body flinches
At things that aren’t there.
With you I always felt special.
You said that you have company,
Suddenly, I felt like one of many.
My soul is now just an empty vessel
I sit down at a restaurant,
A burger's my order;
Ambitious is the chef,
Never seen anyone bolder.

She works her magic on the bun,
The sauce is sweet and sour.
Crispy lettuce, on it
A meat patty full of power.

She is taking her time to craft,
And so I wait an hour;
My hunger consumes me:
There's nothing I couldn't devour.

Done at last, a thing of beauty,
Starving, I take a bite;
It's flavor outstanding,
Feels like I could even take flight.

It is not a flawless sandwich,
Filled with imperfection:
Burnt here, too salty there;
Still feels like I'm tasting heaven,

Halfway through, I take a big bite,
A mistake way too great:
The burger falls apart;
My ambition lead to my grave.
I weep, I cry at the sound of “No”,
I sob, I wail yet no tears flow:
This is the extent of my sorrow.

That night the moon flew high in the sky,
Bird of hope, pretty does it fly:
But it was a crow, not a swallow.

Harbinger of death, my doom draws near,
My mind overwhelmed by fear:
In this constant pain do I wallow.

All of my dreams for the future,
Hopes toward a tomorrow:
Their place still warm, but now hollow.

If my love for you does turn cold,
You achieve the dream you hold:
What will I do? This I do not know...

Will I be able to love the same?
Will my passion ever burn bright again, like a flame?

Only for you.
On the ship of Love,
I set out at sea,
Hoping my emotions would be free.

Quiet, peaceful waters I sailed,
Me and my crew, we never failed.
We traveled the world, hope in our hearts;
We took a wrong turn, and things turned dark.

Found the Sea of Sorrow, oh dear!
The one place we shouldn't be near!
Faced with sadness, ships become brittle,
They can be sank by the smallest pebble.

My crew has jumped,
They've abandoned ship;
As its captain, I'm sinking with it...
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