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JRF Jul 2016
I Don't Want to Fight Anymore

I don't want to fight with you
anymore.

I am just projecting
the ugly tangled thoughts
that plague my mind.

It's easier to make you hurt
than to feel it myself.

It's easier to access the ugly
than embrace the beautiful.

Most of the time,
it's easier to just hate you
instead of give you the love
you so deserve.
DCM Jul 2016
Your lies feel like torn out stitches
Filling me up with love
Covering it up with lust
Telling me you'd change
Crying for my own sake

Every once in a while I'd find a few  straggling threads
I've held on with hope yet you continuasly pull till the very last strand stands

Holding me in your hands
I'm afraid to run
So I still myself
I'm you're muse

You've sewn me up
Yet I allowed you
I watched you pierce my skin
Leaving blood with every word
I didn't call you to stop
Because I'm simply in love
Ysa Pa Jun 2016
We were definitely something
We are this unlabeled and undefined mess
We had a relationship worth dreaming
There was no 'us' but we had realness

What we had was called almost
We shared what people desire
We tried to last with our outmost
But distance extinguished the fire

We had what some envied
We were perfectly unlabeled and unknown
We were bulletproof but we still bleed
I wasn't yours and I couldn't call you my own

What do I call you, how do I explain us?
You're my ex something, my ex almost, my ex unstable
My ex unnamed, my ex unknown, my ex anonymous
To put it simply, since we are undefined, you are my "x variable"
Ysa Pa Jun 2016
A lightning array of seductive words
A thunderous momentum which I've heard
With your each exhale, sound escapes
As I inhale your words, the meaning resonates

Wandering for so long, I wasn't lost
Walking atop boundaries of the uncrossed
I wasn't lost but was somehow found
By the overwhelming resonance of your sound

With all the energy I have yet to exhaust
And with these cold hands that need to defrost
My ink gratifies what has been and what has passed
That someone spoke what I needed to hear at last
Ysa Pa May 2016
Red
The color introduced by daylight
The color of our first sight
The color brought by sunrise
The color reflected in your eyes
The color painted by sunset
The color when we first met
The color of fire and blaze
The color of your melting gaze
The color of blood flowing and shed
The color of the words you've said
The color you wore that day
The color of brick walls in the way
The color of your cheeks and lips
The color of and apple that fell to a cliff
The color of soaring balloons
The color of the ****** moon
The color of roses that mesmerize and *****
The color of promises, now making me sick
The color of memories and flashbacks
The color of wanting you back
The color of my anger
The color of our faded fervor
The color of hearts and celebration
The color of separation
The color of warmth and heat
The color of loss and defeat
The color of what has been
The color which I'll never see again
The color introduced by your presence
The color stolen by your absence
Red is the color of the blazing sun
Red isn't the color, now that you're gone
Red is the color of love in our eyes
Red isn't the color when that love faced demise
Ysa Pa May 2016
How odd is it?
That I feel like the universe's center
Whenever we're together

Isn't it unusual?
How I feel completely grand
Whenever you clasp my hand

I find it too peculiar
How you manage to make me feel spectacular
And it's too extraordinary
Just how much you make me happy

But strange doesn't even begin to cover
How much I feel like I don't matter
Whenever we aren't together

I am addicted to your warmness
Mesmerized by your tenderness
I am simply attracted to your being
But my heart is hindered by something

You show me two different faces
That tears my decision to pieces
What should I really feel?
Which side of you is real?
The one you show when it's just us two
Or when people surround you
The one who pacifies my nightmares and demons
Or my every doubt and every fear's manifestation

Am I just a distraction?
A source of attention?
Do I matter?
Or do you only think of me when we're together?
Do you only remember me when you crave for comfort?
When you're lonely, in need of love and support?
Does it even matter who gives you warmth?

Answer me truthfully...
Do you really love me?
Honestly...
What do you think of me?

I do not love you
Nor am I in love with you
I honestly have no feelings for you
Yet...

But what will happen?
Once I've completely fallen?
How will you act? Which face would you show?
Who the person is and which is the mask, let me know
Tell me the truth about the face behind
It doesn't matter how nice or unkind
I need to know which is real
I need to sort out how I feel
I want you all for myself
But I don't think you even know your true self
So for now please stay away from me
Because I'm on the verge of falling completely

Our accidental encounter
That inserted your life in my existence as if its the most natural thing in the wold

I should have stayed unknown
And
You should have remained anonymous
Ysa Pa May 2016
Walk with me
Atop the bridges
That we set ablaze
Which will burn through ages

Walk with me
In this world of souls
In this library of memories
In this path with cracks and holes

Walk with me
As we listen to what has been created
To the cries and laughs
Which we composed and orchestrated

Walk with me
In this museum of art
That displays the mosaics
Of the abstractness of our hearts

Walk with me
Atop the shattered pieces
The unfixed broken parts
That would remain perfect as is
Ysa Pa May 2016
Sitting on the bathroom floor
Getting drizzled by a substitute for rain
I'm scrubbing my unclean wounds
In the hope of washing away the pain

Finally leaving the lavatory
I felt the electronically generated frosted air
I turned on the lights
No one was there

I moved to the bed
Where the pillows lie
As I tuck myself to sleep
I started to wonder why

Caressing my face
With a damp cloth
No tears fell
But who would have thought

As I learned the meaning of
The word treachery
In the dark
You abandoned me

I can't believe that it's you whom I used to write for
And if ever you knew
Of the countless words and that I'm still writing more
What would you do?
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
We started in life with learning to crawl
Then we walked, ran, sprint, leaped, stumbled and fall
People say its crucial whether you get back on your feet
Or when you stay on the ground accepting defeat
It's natural and human to trip and be crestfallen
It's also quite instinctive that you rise again
What I believe that's truly decisive after the fall
Is when you start running again, through it all
When the situation calls for it, cry your heart out
But don't give up, don't give in and never tap out
Walk, run, sprint, leap, stumble, fall and then
Keep crawling until you can run again
Ysa Pa Apr 2016
Wishing for another me...
to love you
better than I ever did...
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