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mysterie Jun 28
she is
glorious --
in that golden-hour
type of way.
it looks like
she was dipped
in the kind of light
that you can't touch,
but admire.

i listen intently
as she talks about
boys
like she's reading it
from a script
that fits her mouth
almost too
easily.

and i sit there,
i smile and nod,
trying not to look
at her lips
when she stops
paying attention to
my eyes.

she says im her favourite,
her safest place,
her soul sister even --
and i say..
"me too."
yet it still aches
like a confession
i can't give
to her.
to anyone, really.

she's glorious.
and i love her
in the quietest form --
the one that
lets her go
every day
without thinking about
telling her
i ever wanted to
stay.
why do gay girls fall for straight girls? it *****.
date wrote: 28/6
mysterie Jun 28
we're not friends exactly,
not really --
but
we're not more
than that either.
there's an awkward inbetween.

you laugh at my jokes
like you care,
and sometimes
on the rare occasion
you text first --
which is just enough
to trap yourself
in my head.

whatever we are,
it isn't nothing.
but it's never
been right
to call it
something more.

and maybe
that's the worst part --
not the part
where i lose you,
but the part
where i
never really
have you
to call
mine.
whenever i can't write, i pick a random word from the words section on here and use it in any way possible. it helps.
date wrote: 27/6
romgur73 Mar 30
I want my birthday to be special
I want to see you, you are my passion
I want your hug, I want your touch
I want to see you on my couch

But your reply is so horrific
Massage appointment, it's terrific
My birthday party will be sad
You are so happy and I'm mad
Emery Feine Sep 2024
I cried myself to sleep
Saying nobody would ever love me
If only we could be
I wouldn't have to weep

Then my wish came true
But I should've been careful what I asked for
My love life now isn't a bore
But now, I don't know what to do

I've started talking to a new boy
And I told him I didn't love him
And that only made him act grim
Treating me like a toy

And he asked why I wouldn't date him, because he was so great
And I felt guilty because I had asked for love
I had been embracing my freedom, like a pure dove
But that didn't mean I wouldn't date

I just don't want my happiness to be a lack
But the most you are to me is a brother
And my heart belongs to another
Someone that will never love me back.
this is my 45th poem, written on 11/11/23. sighhh I was so dumb
Tupeggo Sep 2024
Hey you
I sat on open trees
The sun in the sky
The birds in the air

With branches and leaves
Blazing rays hid above the trees
Dared not to hurt me
But I cared none

Hey you
I sat alone
With all those laughters
Nothing but conversations
All around me

The birds flew as they sang
Soft breeze brush the skin
Although it gave me music
Silence was all I cared

I kept waiting for a silent melody
To come by, to fill my world,
but it never did
I guess to you, I'm just a friend
A poem when he reminded me, that it is one-sided
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