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Kati 2d
You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
Kati 2d
It was bad
I was

I felt like dying and sobbing
shaking and screaming on the floor
wishing for nothing but death

then it got better,
slowly but it did

I felt hurting and breaking
Sitting crying and lost on the bed
wishing for nothing but it to pass

then it got better,
slowly but it did

I felt nothing and empty
sitting in silence and thoughtless on the table
not wishing anymore

then I wondered
was I getting better or just benumbed

time passed
and I wished,
for anything,
a feeling,
just something.
LEX Sep 6
what are doing here
you said that you would stay
then right after you said that
you ran away

to another girl, another chick
who’s skinnier than me
i should of know
that you would would up and leave

do you really think i’d take you back
after that
after running after girls
who like how you act

all smooth and confident
but they don’t know how it be
they don’t know that in no time
you’ll have other girls in your sheets

you broke my heart
split it in two
but at least you know
i’ll never forget you
megan Aug 20
i say goodnight to you,
amidst the dark blue,
isolated and ivory.

i wish you were concrete
you have no heartbeat
at least you cannot hurt me
Eslam Dabank Jul 14
On the roads of pain we met
By a date our scars have set
By an explosion of emotions I let.
Gently,you told me,
Without looking into my eyes,
"Lean on my cries and just forget.
Let out cries collide,
Never let your tears hide,
So that the sadness fade,
And nothing but banishment get"

We tore part of our souls,
To erase the memories of screaming owls.
Those,which kept reminding us of darkness,
And death's calls.
We tore them, to regive back the colours,
To our pale falls.

We burned our past to the ground
Ripped the misery out of our bodies,
Without moaning,
Or making a shound.

You composed out of my screamings,
Relaxing symphonies,
Out of my cries relieving chords,
You turned my blackness into sung notes,
You sing, to heal the broken body,
Of its everlasting loneliness.

Like a falling statue,
Because of you, my blue turned into ashes
But you, gave it all back to me,
When your heart decided to belong,
To someone else's.
Rowan Ayman Jul 11
My phone connection dies
And I’m fine,
It’s just that;

Heart empty like my purse
The Talks ended before they start
All I feel is being bleak
Living in my dreary heart

I question if I need more connections,
But who’ll reply

Here’s the dear neighbors moving out,
Here’s two more friends,
They’re fun if they’re found,
Here’s my empty inbox,
I didn’t care to fix my phone

I seem to be drenched in water mixed with powder of invisibility enough to make me disappear
From all sights and potential friendships

And so It doesn’t matter if I fix my phone,
I’ll be writing,reading or playing some notes,
I’ll talk a little and hear my breath,
There’s normally one seat ,
That I need to get.
Lonley
soMEone Jun 22
Love.
What even is love?
It’s the word that brings two people together
But it was also love that bought us apart
Because
You can still love someone else
When you swore your heart to someone else
You know
The sad truth is
So many people are not in love and together
More than
People are in love and together
Hate Love Hate Love Hate Love Hate
Karisa Brown Jun 21
She wants to feel important
She wants someone to see her talents
And smile and laugh

To share a common bond
A similar interest
Cause right now
She mostly feels alone

And the silence
Doesn't fill her
Her soul rots away

If she can't get away
From her inner demons
She fears she'll soon fade

Her inner child wants
to feel joy again
To sparkle and such

To light up her eyes
Is all she'll ever want
megan May 18
it’s dark and lonely
i treat myself so coldly.
nothing makes sense anymore
small things have become a chore.

everything seems so distant
always inconsistent.
everyone says i’ve changed
my mind is utterly deranged.

but don’t worry about me
this poem isn’t a plea.
i will be okay
maybe, someday
WorldWalker Mar 23
I’m sitting on a moving train.
I feel my life passing me by and
I'm staring at the ceiling.

Metaphors shouldn’t feel real.

I live between home and away.
Leaving my mark as I pass by,
Never fully connecting to the world

My life doesn’t feel real.

My loneliness makes living easier.
Depression seeping out of my skin,
Turning the world around me quiet.

I don’t want to be real.

I don’t have to be real.
I just have to act alive.
I just have to act.

(That’s what I’m good at)
depression hits hard at the worse moments
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