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I don’t think I've ever seen something so bright,
His eyes twinkle even at night.

The eyes I fell in love with;
Yet I’ll never see them again.

So to the young girl who swore he was the one;
Watch out because your time is almost done.

Hug him a bit tighter, whisper more sweet nothings in his ear;
Before you know it he will disappear.

You’ll be alone and hurt, praying for it to stop,
Constantly begging for him back.

I wish I could say it gets easier or that we move on;
But that isn’t true.
We hurt, we yearn for his touch when times get bad.
But we will always be glad.

Glad that the worst hurt is over, even if the pain never ended.
Anonymous Aug 19
You take my breath away, but not the feeling of astonishment and awe
You take my breath away in the feeling of where breathing is suddenly not an option

Somehow you've become the very thing that grounds me yet uproots me at the same time
You are the north star guiding me through the white capped sea yet you are the waves that are bringing me under

My unpredictability and impulsivity has pushed you away like the rest, but unlike them I keep trying to crawl back to you
The sporadic mood swings and late night texts of I'm sorry and we're done for the 50th time shouldn't be something you have to be used to
The please forgive me's yet I don't deserve your forgiveness

The thing we both latch on to, or maybe its just me, is the link we used to share stronger than a lock
We used to love each other, platonically, romantically, that's for you to decide
I mourn the loss of that love, knowing we can never go back to it as much as I try to reverse the damage I have done
Santiago A Oct 2024
Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Thats the sound of the clock.
A warning, an ending oncoming.
The pain in my heart numbing.

Ding ****, Ding ****
My love I had, no longer strong.
Waning each day, Missing you.
I guess our relationship won't renew.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock
Time passes, but we don't talk
For my own peace of mind
My goodbye letter goes unsigned.
I miss and want her every day. But, as the 9 month marker approaches. I made a promise to myself that I intend to keep. I'd hate to say goodbye to the life I saw with her, but I have to move on.
ηfornachos Feb 2022
As you lay next to your lover
I can’t help but to wonder
Am I in your dream, do I occur?
Or are you unable to remember,
Shoving our memories in the gutter?

Love, your ex-lover.
Jeanmarie Dec 2020
It’s crazy,
Looking back on the time
Before you and me,
I was really happy then
But you changed me.

I was happy,
But I needed you.
Life would’ve looked different without you
I’m not sure if I would’ve made a good future wife without you

Happier ain’t always better
If it means you’re stuck in your ways
And not broadening your horizons,
I needed you.
To change my strong-willed ways

I was happy,
But I needed you.
Life would’ve looked different without you
I’m not sure if I would’ve made a good future wife without you.

I cried, a lot.
But what’s life without the hard stuff too,
You touched my heart,
That fact is true
It turns out, I needed you.

Happier ain’t always better
If it means you’re stuck in your ways
And not broadening your horizons.
I needed you.
To change my strong-willed ways.
I truly believe that people are put into our lives for a reason.  Even if they bring pain and heartbreak.
lexk Sep 2020
sometimes when I miss you,
I put our song on play

as I build up the courage to open the drawer,
a drawer full of memories...
our memories.


f.t
Blackenedfigs Apr 2020
My biggest fear
is that he marries her
After having spent an entire lifetime
detesting the very idea of it.
You remind me of a ****** eraser.
I don't mean ******* the outside
and soft on the inside.
No.
I mean frustrating to deal with,
not worth the effort,
and you leave a dark mark
in your wake.

You remind me of a bad cup of coffee.
No, no, not bitter, that's all me.
But you? You're
stale,
like I should have
poured you down the drain
instead of consuming you,
hoping you'll improve my day.

You remind me of a Beach Boys song.
Not because I want to take you
anywhere near the Florida Keys--
ugh--
Because for the love of
******* God,
no matter what I do,
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
Katryna Oct 2018
I,
You,
Beer,
Lights,
Sounds and Headbang.

How can we stop the time?

stella and blue moon this time.
mixed in one glass.

your
lips
to
your
glass
to
mine.

sip,
kiss,
hug,
kiss.

cheers!

that's all I need.
that's all you want.

that's all I need,
you is all I need.

How can I stop them?
You’re officemates,
You’re soon to be so-called "wife"

How can I keep you from them?

This is all we had,
Saguijo is our crib,
our enchanting place for a couple of hours.

your hand,
slide to mine.

your lips touch mine,
we walk on the street as we own it
we talk under the moon,
waiting for the sun to rise and shine.

but it never happen,
you just escort me to our last stop,

bid your last goodbye.
your last kiss for this week.

wishing for the next round,
next, "see you"
next back to routine,

from ex-lover to mistress but wait.

no *** this time.

congrats.

to the so-called wife.
fm Apr 2018
the thing about heartbreak
is that it doesn’t really stop
hurting.

you feel it when you
see their face in the
halls.

you feel it when you
find a new lover who treats you
right.

but they don’t text the same
but they don’t talk the same
but they don’t feel the

same thing happens
when you see them for the first
time.

it’s outside your favorite coffee shop.
they’re walking towards you and you keep
going.

now the coffee is cold
and it’s bitter and you can’t drink
it.

don’t make eye contact
don’t make eye contact
don’t make

i sometimes see his face on the
empty milk cartons with “missing”
print.

i sometimes hear his voice
singing the lines to my favorite *******
song.

i sometimes feel his touch
though i only felt it once against my
thumb.

warm and light
warm and light
warm and

light only seeps into my cold
heart again when i finally
sleep.

my eyes shut and my
breath goes steady like a spring
morning.

my body and brain
relax and forget about the cruel
work.

you are the forgotten
you are the forgotten
you are

the thing about heartbreak
is that it doesn’t really stop
hurting.
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