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
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
Erin Knight Feb 19
nothing is rythmatic in my body
its not a twinkling night
the sheets are sticking to my thighs, distressed
                            its never fucking cold in california
i'm stripped down to my bra and underwear
and the radio playing right next to my ear with a fizz - another channel struggling
my neighbor is fighting with her husband
overthink life to find things  
                                    i'd rather not miss  
i've waited for the mailman to drive away before releasing my breath




i'm laughing because i don't understand what's coming out of my mouth anymore
is this poem too long? sorry guys
No one will see your worth until you do
but how can you
when no one makes you feel worth while
Alina Arcadia Nov 2017
People
Have told me
that loneliness is a heavy thing
That it sits in your lungs
It ways you down, dragging you

But my  loneliness is a bird
And it lifts me
It lives in my hollow bones

I am traped in an empty sky
The strom pushes me higher
Further from the ground
And I am lost to the night
Forgotten again
John Doe Nov 2017
The first time you said you loved me Was by the water fountain
The first time we kissed was by the water fountain

I gave her my heart the moment she told me she was in love
But now her cup is filled with something different in it

Got lost along the way and was all alone
I brought along a shovel and dug into the dirt
After a while I hit solid stone

Was so dark I couldn’t see
My hand disappeared in front of me

But if we ever find ourselves back at the water fountain
It will be broken and the rust will be showing

But  I know this is onlywish
Like when you said you loved me and didn’t love her

So now I just sit here lonely by the water fountain
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