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Not speaking to you is killing me!
But I didn’t choose this—you did,
which hurts even more...
You chose to walk away,
you chose to leave me here, deserted.
It’s taking all of my energy
to not text you,
to not call you,
to not scream at you
and ask why?

Why wasn’t I enough?
Why didn’t your soul want me, as mine wants yours?
Why did you lie to me and make me lose all trust in you?
Why did you make me fall if you weren’t willing to catch me?

My soul aches, and there’s nothing that will fix it. I will forever have a hole yearning for the future I envisioned.

I will forever miss you.

So done with the illusion of love.
Amanda Kay Burke Aug 2018
It hurts to send you
Poems knowing you don't care
Enough to reply
My poetry is meaningless to you
I hate that I have this feeling
A residency in my chest
Filled by an unexpected guest
That I cannot confess
Outside of subtle hints
Of what haunts nearly every thought
At least for a time
Until it is right

I keep that photo close
A rare moment
Probably so common
For people accepted
Maybe that's all it really is
What I actually feel
Just being a part of a family

Nevertheless
The truth is rather a mess
I know I shouldn't feel like this
But this is still the case
The place in my heart
Will always be there
In hopes that the soulful eyes
Will meet mine
To hold the heart
Like I owed when we part
I miss it greatly
To which I will keep to my vow
To do what I can
So it will always be there

The doors will always be open
The windows even cracked
If time allows it to happen
She will always have a way in

Perhaps
On the off chance the heart sees better
What my eyes cannot
And its childish wish
For this
Is granted by reality
I hope that they can see
What it is that nearly blinds me

A pure heavenly light in the darkness
The reason for the battle to greatness
To rest in the valleys
Seeding rose gardens with possibilities
Of the future past the expectations
Promised by the angels
Given that I followed the order
To push through and fight for the masses
That couldn't take the battles on their own
To bring about a world those people can feel safe in

That is what she brings out in me
A sense of purpose in this life
I had forgotten I had
In a time of hardship
Even if the wishes I cast never fulfill
The truth is I love her still
And see she was simply meant
To revive the part of me that died

I have to accept that may simply be the case
As anything more may simply be fantasy
As for now I cannot be anything more to her
Than a watchful overseer and friend
Ryan Joseph Aug 2018
In every time I see you,
My heart is full of twitter,
When you smile it makes me feel better,
Your love and care is a memory to remember,
Even now, we are still not meant to be together,
Though I accept it; but not in forever.

I loved you since then,
Not only in your real beauty,
But I loved because you're kind,
And I had only experienced it to you,
Hope you'll believe on me, my love,
That my heart; only belongs to you.

You are the only content of my heart and mind,
I offer this; my love to you,
You have to listen to this heartbeat,
And hope you'll accept my love,
That I only offer it to you,
And I always pray that hopelessly, you'll be the chosen one.
chosenone  #lovehurts
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
Let us not waste valuable time
Wondering what we could have been
Thoughts go around for hours if allowed
Questions make head spin

There is no point in worrying
If my decision was a mistake
Too late to change it now
Dwellig does not soothe the ache

No good can come of "what-ifs"
We didnt, now we're done
Our love will forever mean the world to me
Even if you were not the one
Kim Essary Jul 2018
Standing so close to the edge of this cliff , I can feel the give of the rocks beneath my feet. My heart hurts but shows no fear as it's been torn and tethered for so many years.
My mind plays like a movie running in rewind, so many memories made in oh so little time. Trying to find where things went wrong is like finding a needle amongst the hay. As I pick and plunder with still no luck as there is more abundance of hay and only one needle . It is now apparent that my search is for nothing as with no guarantee even if recovering the needle that I could fix the problem where it lay.  
I look above me for something to grab and pull me to safety should the ledge begin to break but sadly enough like our love I find nothing to hold on to to save me or us as it appears all we have left is the fall to the bottom and hope for survival to dust myself off and start over again.
Just when I brace myself and prepare for the fall I see a bit of hope and pull myself back up just to find myself standing with the rocks giving way on the edge of a fall again.
Can't give up but hurts to stay in. Life is so confusing when you love like I do
Survived Jul 2018
No I don't ever regret loving you
the only thing I regret is that
why why the **** I never lied to you.
He smoke cigarettes,
not to make it look cool,
but to fade the pleasure of sins.
Sins that were made in heaven..
Heaven that belonged to a girl..
A girl with buttery skin and crystal eyes..
Eyes that never speak for lies..
Lies about love, lies about deceit..
But deceit is what he repeatedly received.
To let it go,
to make the effort not letting the past steal his present,
the past that he wants to forget,
and forget how her voice sounded,
to learn the lesson in a bitter way.
He smokes cigarettes.
I don't write fancy words. I write what's on my mind. I try to relate it with reality. But it doesn't mean I don't like other artistic fascinating poems. Everyone has their own way and every way is beautiful.
Hope you would like it. :)
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