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I didn't hold you for long, though your love stained my soul like beautiful watercolors, forever coloring my mind.  

-Rhia Clay
Sometimes after a long battle,
all you long for is soft.
Soft embraces, soft hands, and soft words.

-Rhia Clay
izzmidnight Jun 21
Make sure there's nobody around
To see you leave this place,
Keep your eyes down,
Don't even look back at me.

If they ask why you were gone,
You were studying; you ran back,
I know they'll ask why you're flushed,
But keep your head down and nod.

Drive down the backroads when you leave,
Replay the words I always say:
"You can always stop"
But I know we won't get there

To those meetings in parking lots,
Because we're just lying in these rooms
Continuing this illicit affair
Because we failed to hide our longing stares.

It started with just a kiss, now it's so much more,
And it'll end with all of this,
Dying and dying like the stars we sat under
A million times together.

When you leave, take everything with you,
Delete all the photos, and emails,
Like we didn't exist at all,
I'm sorry I left you stranded again.

But don't take my words to heart,
I'm just high of the taste of you,
It'll all wear away soon,
No illicit affairs to die anymore.

And if we talk again, I'm screaming on the inside,
Because if you try to call me baby,
I'll cry, like we died, and I can't let you
See all those parts of me again.

So don't come up to me again
Like we're back to normal—it's just pretend
And I know that I'm a broken mess,
But you made me keep coming back

So I know all too well how this goes,
This game, this play, this twisted show,
And I can't deny that I would ruin myself
For you a million times.
I appreciate comments and feedback! This is inspired by a Taylor Swift song. :)
josef May 16
i sit by the window watching the sun
go down into the horizon, tasting his tongue
on my breath, sweet and sickening like
fruit pastilles or a persimmon, homelike

it reminds me of my future with him
it reminds me of my past without him
all those years wasted not knowing
my love would meet me in that

dead end old school, where hate is bred
and stupidity is taught in what students read
they don’t know anything about life
about love, religion, repentance, longing

for his eyes, his speckled face glistening
in the late-afternoon sunlight listening
to my ramblings about this or that
sometimes his finger pit-pats

on the desk where i first found myself
a sea of endless pain and anguish rescued
by my foolish love, another pointless beckoning
quenched by lack of reckoning

i sit by my window
waiting for him
W
Steve Page May 12
Like a piece of my jigsaw
Like a block from my jenga
Like a bridge for my song
Like a love forgone

You are missing from me
From the French "Tu me manques."  Not: 'I'm missing you'. But: 'You are missing from me.'
Immortality May 13
The moon listens,
to the ocean's sigh,
both distant,
yet eternally destined.
and they'll continue to live this way.
I feel your gaze through the image on my screen—
the screen that binds our hearts in silence.
In the quiet between us lives a bond,
gentle, certain, and unwavering.

But oh, how I long for your touch
to linger on my skin—again and again.
Your grasp still hums within me,
like a memory, faint yet alive.

Ah—what lies between us aches in my chest,
until your lips curve, and I breathe again.
I close my eyes,
but the laughter in yours still peeks through—
soft, steady, kind, and soothing.

You may not know it,
but you are my four-leaf clover.
When the light dimmed,
you were the one who brought it back to me.

Your words carry belief—
not loud, but certain—
and somehow, that’s enough.

We had never truly known
what affection or passion looked like.
But you, my darling,
you didn’t just tell me what love is—
you showed me.

Of all the chances life could give,
you were the one it gifted me.
This poem is a reflection of love sustained across distance. It captures the quiet ache, the unspoken connection, and the gentle hope that lives in a long-distance relationship. Inspired by moments of longing and tenderness, “Between Us” is a reminder that love, even when apart, can still feel close, real, and healing.
I feel nothing,
And it's not scary.
I feel my body
But not my heart.

There's nothing
Weighing on me.
The burden's light.
No thoughts race by.

I ignore my mind.
I zone out to find
My sanity's back.
It's all I have.
Celestial Mar 22
A welcome warning,
Don't look at those who are mourning.
They'll **** your soul dry,
With their own want to die.

Through that, the track is a breeze.
Just follow my footsteps with ease.
Well, maybe not the stumbles.
We might take a few tumbles.

The circle of life rotates fast,
It's so easy to get stuck in the past.
Far ahead is the present,
To reach it would be pleasant.

Be careful not to overshoot,
The future will come to boot,
Worry into your system.
Ones like "I should have kissed him."

Let my words be a guide,
I won't be here for the long ride.
I figured it out too quick,
and now every second is a *****.

Thank you for the blessing of your presence.
I rarely get to indulge such essence.
Good luck traveling on.
At least I'll enjoy one last dawn.
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