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Anna Sep 2015
Us
I want to talk about us,
how we stared at each other's eyes when we first met,
how my cheek touched your cheek when we first said hi,
how we fell in love on August,
in our feet leaving footprints
in the sand, and
with the morning sun rays touching our pale skin.

I want to go back
to how we felt the fire and ice
clashing through the distance
that separated us for 2 years ,
and how we both fought to break it.

I want to remember all our plans
our tours around the world,
our household chores when we live in together,
our wedding plan,
our future family.

I want to know..
how we ended up like this,
how we ended up crushing each other's heart,
how we became each other's nightmares.

I want to talk about us
but i dont know how to start
because there's no us anymore.
My heart was beating so fast when I wrote this, it's like it's going to break. First time I write while crying. So emotional right now.
Vanessa Escopin Sep 2015
SHE
She was in love with the thought of him
She thinks her future with him
She barely thinks she's indeed in love with him
But things turns out differently.

He's in love with *her
Leigh Sep 2015
How silly of me
Everything I'd ever wanted
Staring me in the face
And I chose to turn away.
Arcassin B Sep 2015
By Arcassin Burnham

I Am the thing that dwells through your
Eyes,
Telling you sweet things
To keep your spirits up,
To help you be strong,
I Am your consciousness making you run
Arons into the dark corners,
A causable fling,
With two celebrated sports cups,
Hoping you'd get along,
Take care of yourself,
Be good to yourself,
Be alone with yourself.
#Alone
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
If I could, I would hug you everyday
If I could I would drown into your eyes
If I could, I'd escape just to see you
If I could,
If I could say how much I love you
Face to face, I'd be so happy
I want you, I want your arms wrapped around me
Only the opportunity of looking right into your eyes
Would make me happy
But I can't, you're a thousand miles away
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
You look...
So delicate, so bright
So untouchable
The thought of my feelings towards you
Become unbearable,
You're so unreachable, impossible to touch,
I want you so bad, so bad it can break my bones,
It makes me weak
But we're so far away and we won't ever meet in flesh.
Don't forget me, because I won't
Always yours..[M.B.]
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
El
Es el
El que tiene aquellos ojos que brillan como el sol reflejado en el mar
El que tiene aquella invaluable voz que podría volver loco a cualquiera
El que tiene aquella sonrisa tan llamativa como un faro en una noche oscura
El que ha sido capáz de hacerme sentir emociones que no puedo poner en palabras
El que pudo descifrar mi corazón aún sin haberse dado cuenta
Es el, el que me entristece pero me hace sentir lo mas feliz posible.
Es el, de quien yo me enamoré.
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
I hate your flirty laugh
I hate how you make me smile so much
I hate how much tee shirts you use
I hate your soft hair, and how you touch it
I hate your voice
I hate how good you touch the guitar

I hate how you glance at me when I pass by
I hate how you ignore me sometimes
I hate how much you've made me cry
It even makes me want to say goodbye
I hate the way you make me feel
As if everything is perfect and it all makes sense
I hate you
But the thing I hate the most is that I hate you so much because I love you more than anything
And I hate the fact that every single thing I just said makes me love you more
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
I keep on asking myself
Why do I write all of these poems
All about you,
Even if they started off differently
Why do I keep on loving you so much
After all this harm?
Is this even good?
I mean, it's a beautiful way of masochism
But I love it, of course I do,
I love you,
It's masochism
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
Is this even normal?
This feeling of missing you like the moon misses the sky every morning?
You're like this breathing poem
The poem that breaks you over and over
The poem that drags you in it every time
The poem that you love the most
The poem that keeps making you cry
But it's still your favorite one
You make me cry,
You make me mad
You make me love you
You make me passionate
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