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Mara Jul 2022
every time someone leaves
they take a piece of me with them
but what happens when I have nothing left
what happens when they take it all
leaving me with nothing
no more heart
No more soul
no more love
Is that the goal?
piece by piece
I fade away
and one day
I will cease to exist
Hammad Oct 2020
As we grow old
The beauty we have
fades away,
our strength and memories
never stay the same,
No matter how deep  
our pockets are
- the casket can't be filled
with our wealth
all the ties are cut
the moment we are
laid to rest
so tell me my dear
why should we
take pride in things
that don't last forever?
B Aug 2019
she stands at a distance
with her hand reaching out to mine

but I cannot seem to make it to her–
before she changes her mind

I feel her warm skin, and
bounding heartbeat

but I wake up to cold sheets,
and the breeze of cold air surrounding me

she shows me her scars,
she tells me she is broken

I tell her I love her,
I show her devotion

she is like a ghost, she disappears,
she hides away

she haunts me in my sleep,
I ache for her, I miss her everyday

she tells me she doesn’t deserve my love,
she tells me to let her go

I can’t let her fade away
so I wait for her alone
Nina May 2019
You said you love me
Do you no longer love me now?
You'd say you miss me
Am i no longer the person you're missing?
You had feelings for me
Have those feelings fade away when i left?
Tell me.
Am i still in your mind?
Am i still the one that you love,
You miss,
You want?
Or am i just in the past now.
muteD Apr 2019
and to wilt
parallel a flower.
I sag,
I flap
and I flop.
but never flip.
in truth!
I am decaying.
because they starved me
and corrupted my seed.
before i knew it
the fusarium wilt
was my disease.
someone could’ve cured me,
watered me.
but instead of
dried me
into crumbs of
nothing but dust
that decided to fly away
with the breeze.
to wilt is to wither away into nothing.

and to go faint
as in, to become dull.
that whimsical light is
erratically the same
yet never enough.
it is distorting and
it contorts
my colors.
my ambience is
by the Eclipse of-
how can I grow
when no (sun)light is
raining unto my path?
witness as I go
from this vibrant color
to a washed out gray.
I stood in the mirror
with the girl who wears my face
and I watched it drain.
with death looming over
her shoulder
and no angel in sight..
to go faint would be to wither and drown in my own cries.

and to rot.
all day, around the clock.
I am that sad flower
hiding in your *** .
unable to be set ablaze
by the radiant light,
called love.
so I sit
and I wait.
I rest my leaves
in defeat.
it seems as though
I might be granted this reprieve.
and the truth is I was murdered
long before I decided to **** me.
I used to be
I was fresh
untouched by filth.
but now I am
with mold
like bread and milk.
so beware of the signs
for this infectious malady,
it might be contagious.
and in truth,
a remedy
could be made for me
or so they tell me.
what they don’t understand
is I already tried.
I tried to comply
and I tried to rest my eyes.
yet the only thing prescribed
are these drugs
with the death of my mind
being the main effect,
on the side.
to rot would be to not only wither away but also to die.
Ivy Dec 2018
Just like clouds on a rainy day
your gentle words fade away
your letters fade from black to grey
your smile slowly fades away
and one day you will also-
fade away
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