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Aestheticboy Sep 2018
I'm broken
Now I'm woken
Everything was forspoken
And after you misspoke
I realized what you were
I realized your true intentions
She intervened and the whole relationship changed
I'm sorry I let her mess up my mind
I just wanted to help you

You saw the bad side of me while I brought out the best in you
I want to take you to a dimension where nothing comes in between us
We rarely spoke
But the time we spent together always made a huge impact on me
Cause each letter you say to me
Makes me either smile like an idiot
Break down like a crying infant
Mad like a monster
Blush as red as a tomato
Sad as the time moves on and destroys everything in its way
But most of all love as if it never existed between anyone
Only between us

You are in my blood
Each blood cell lives and dies for you
Each thought is only on you
I can't describe how im feeling
I  miss your messages
I miss your sarcasm
I miss your smile
I miss your hair
I miss your eyes
I miss your laughs
I miss your body
I miss your touch
I miss your snaps
I miss your stories
I miss your talks
I miss your loving messages
I miss your sad messages
I miss your mad messages
I miss your voice
I miss your smell
I miss your heartbeat
I miss your breath
I miss your love for dark chocolate
I miss your obsession for pizzas
I miss each nanometer of your skin
I miss everything about you
From the tiniest details to the most observable ones
I MISS EVERYTHING

Want to know how I feel when you left
Imagine a box
Lock yourself in it
And you have the key
But even though you can escape it
You stay inside
Guess why?
Cause the box represents you
Even though you left me
I live inside you
I have to move on
But moving on without you isn't what I planned
Moving on without you is the worst thing and I hope I never move on
I hope you come back
I'll fight the universe for you
Nothing will stand between us
Just your love is all I need
But I'm left here all alone
I'm sorry for everything I did.I just wanted to love you more...
Emerson Nosreme Sep 2018
I find that people
Will always yell when
Something
Doesn’t
Work.
Their computers.
Their phones.
Their WiFi.
Their spouse.
Thier parents.
Their kids.
Their students.
Their employees.
Anyone.
Just to hurt their feelings
Or destroy friendships
Relationships
And silence
Quin Rosenheart Sep 2018
Faded smiles

Grey skies

Black water

Darkened eyes

Sleepless nights

Dimmed lights

Hopless fights

Last goodbyes
Nyx Sep 2018
Cold kiss of the night
Caressing the skin
Hearts a race
Awaiting the battle to begin

Bats in hands
Hair tied back
Leather jackets on
Ready for the attack

Killer instinct ignited
Burning with rage
Betrayal among one
Is the creation of a rampage

The moon high above
As a witness to many
Dedication to the kin  
Such actions can be deadly

To stand together as one
As comrades and friends
To the rest be weary
As this may be your bitter end

As the bruises begin to form
And blood begins to fall
The last of their pack retreat
Be it run, limp or crawl

Running away
Tail between their legs
Our Reputations precedes us
known by the streets dyed in red

Unveiling our faces
Before the morning dawns
Vanishing to nothingness
Disbanded and gone
Fritzi Melendez Jul 2018
end this unnecessary bickering
why does it have to be this way
i toss you a ******* bone
in return, ****** stones are thrown
bruising me
hurting me
torturing me
pummeling me deeper
in this god forsaken soil
where hell lives just underneath
waiting to embrace me.
...
but you don't see that, do you?
I'm dwindling to raise you up, but you say thank you by stepping on me.
Harry Kelly Jul 2018
We used to fight sometimes
late at night
after too many drinks
too many cigarettes
too many insults
thrown back and forth

First we’d praise each other up
then run each other down
to the lowest notch

There were good times too
But after a while they dried up
The way some things do.

Couple last screams
And I would hear some clanking in my kitchen
Didn’t pay too much attention

She’d go out with her big purse
“Should you be driving?”
“***** you”

I would go to the window
Yell down at her on the street
“Get outta here you bottle bandit!”

I didn’t want her to go
Not really
She may have been a ***** thief
But she had a sort of magic
The way some people do.

I bumped into her years later
In a liquor store
same one we used to go to
I wondered if she remembered all the fun
But the look on her face
underneath the smile
showed the pain.
The way some faces do.
fs yousaf Jun 2018
After our quarrels,
I do believe that it is
a combination of nostalgia
and fear that bring us back together.
We know that an image of another person
can never replace the memories
we have made,
and we fear that one of us
may become happier than the other
if we truly end.
I don't know whats happening but I hope we end up happy
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