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et mon dernier
acte d'amour
serait de me
forcer à ne plus
jamais te parler
If only our brains were lobotomized,
So we could spend our lives
cuddling all night,
without the weight of worry.
No more missed calls from mom,
just sleep and your arms
kissing you,
laying down into an eternal calm.

I remember the panic in our eyes,
How we looked to the window
When the police lights
danced furiously on the walls
A car’s reflection pulling us
to the great fear of getting caught.
The shade bled red,
and the misery wore blue.

You said,
"I just gotta be sure."
Well, I do too.
But who doesn’t want to know for certain
before they think they found the one?
Are we still meant to be
if we don’t feel that certainty
deep down?

I guess it was confusion
that made me cry.
The echo after our last kiss—
a quiet ache,
like knowing
it may never happen again.
The way your warmth
became a memory
before it even left the room.

You said,
"I just gotta be sure."
Well, I do too.
But maybe it was already fading
in the silence that grew.
Maybe love was the question
neither of us ever knew.

If only you loved me as deeply as i did
so we could sleep through the night again,
Before i saw your greed
without ever worrying.
But it was your heart
That started to lobotimize
That wanted just to be loved, not love
I could sense all of it
Deep and well in your absence
Who have you been touching in your silence?

That time you started to reply late.
That time I gave up sending the first message.
That time you never reached out.
That time I realized how many lies you'd been telling.
That time I blocked you from everywhere back to back
That time I wondered if you tried to text back.
That time I went on a new date.
That time I dumped our pictures and your gifts with a chest wrenching ache.
That time i saw under your mask, your real face.
That time our memories started to fade.
That time I started to forget your face...
Latina1813 May 13
I was used to think we were building a family together
What a load of crap
I feel so little
But I felt that
Ur abusing the last emotions I have left
I can feel myself left empty now
I used to think I loved you
And maybe u loved me
I was used to think things were so easy
Life's never what I read in books
Like I used to think....
But u and our love r more fiction than pages Ive read
Soon well both just be a book mark
Of pages past and tense
I was used to think u even cared
U always treated me like I never mattered
Soon to me youll just be a hand on a clock
On last tick before our time is gone
I used to think I loved u and u loved me
I was used
Kyla Apr 23
I cry often and hard at the moment,
From the soul
Anxiety is rampant and how I wish it wouldn’t control me
I’m too heavy for the people I want to bring joy
But he listens and he cares and he knows the outlines of the darkness inside of me
He kissed my hands and my head
When I called him beautiful
He almost cried
Kyla Apr 23
It’s not right, right now. And the rest is up to God
Oh, God.
In Him I’ll trust.
When the time is right, He the Lord will make it happen
But for now, Him first I need. To seek with all my heart.
To find when He is all I have, that He is all I need and more, much more.
To know and to love. To be right with God.
Everything else can wait. Will wait.
His hands. My story.
Redemption? I pray so.
Is he an Isaac? I pray so.
Kyla Apr 23
I’m with a boy who will not or cannot love me, or say he loves me
If we accept the love we think we deserve, and I chose and choose him-
It seems fitting
The lack of love I deserve
Kyla Apr 23
The words that should soothe, save, heal
Would end.
The confirmation he suspected
That he cannot
So she holds it in
When she feels like she could burst, spill over
She would give him everything
But her everything is not what he wants
So,
The words remain unspoken and wane

He told her when he said it to her, he would say it every morning and night.
It was if, not when

And eventually, she didn’t crave it
Didn’t need it, didn’t want it
Let it mean nothing
Never said it.
Kyla Apr 23
"Do you think you will fall in love with me?"
"Sometimes I do"
And I stay for a sometimes.
(a year and a half in)
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