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June 11h
Won't see you;
Can't see you

When all these aged impressions and thoughts
Come back
in waves
Of indescernable grey scale feelings

At midgnight
At a busstop
In short shorts with pockets
Full of excuses for wastes

Won't see you;
Can't see you

when the lines blured
and questions slured
out of our mouths
so pretty
so petty

"Where are you
On this frosted glas backdrop?
Where are your hands?
Can you reach out?
And point me to your lips?"

you didn't see;
you couldn't see

that I sat for hours
before mirrors
trying to place
where I'd seen my face
last

reflected reflections back to the reflection

said you love yourself
said you hate yourself
and I reflected
Fight me and I fight back
But love me and I-

Won't see you;
Can't see you

Motion sick on my way
Yeah, the terrain's too uneven
And it goes too fast,
And I don't know
Where to
What for
For whom?


Because
When all these aged impressions and thoughts
Come back
In waves
Of indescernable grey scale feelings
I get swept under
All alone
Was listening to LE SSERAFIM while revising this ofc
Vien Jul 9
I’ve dreamed of her twice.
Not the vague kind where faces blur into fog—
but her.
Clear. Real.
As if my heart projected her onto the reel of sleep.

The first time was quiet.
She was there like a hum in the background,
a warmth I didn’t want to lose.
I didn’t reach for her.
But I felt her.

The second time stayed longer.

Her friends were goofing off,
throwing playful karate kicks into the air.
I joined them, green belt pride in my chest.
But my leg slipped—
and I hit her by accident.

Right on the chest.

My heart dropped.
I ran to her side,
whispered,
"I'm so sorry… does it hurt? I didn’t mean to."

Then I hugged her.
Tightly.
Like I was afraid I’d never get the chance again.

She didn’t pull away.
She held me.
Softly, calmly.
Said it was okay.

Her friends walked away.
But we stayed.
Wrapped in silence.

I started to let go.
But she pulled me back.
Tighter.

And so I hugged her again.
Even tighter.

That’s when I woke up.
Blushing.
Breathless.
My heart still hugging her.
I miss her so much
Yuzuko Jul 5
I don't care anymore?
I'm not sure yet.
There's still a beat at my core.
Have we ever truly met?

I'm honestly sick
It's deep within my chest
I'm Love Sick
So sorry if I can't be my best

My hearts flame had died
And its gone ice cold
I just need time to apollogize
But every time I'd try it was left untold
It a beat of trying to do something but I just couldn't.
Love tooks it toll
sometimes i wake
from a fever-dream
spent with a mystery being –
evaporating too quickly
to savour
leftover feelings,
and hidden benefits
of a midnight affair
with someone
that doesn't exist.

when the day
is half gone,
i'm still lovesick,
incapable of
stopping my mind
from hoping
there’s a button somewhere
to hit re-wind.
this one is about the dreams that evoke feelings whilst asleep.
June 30, 2025
Aphrodite Jun 7
They say it’s wrong, this fire in my veins,
Your touch—my balm, my bliss, my chains.
We meet in shadows, hearts alight,
A kiss, a crime beneath the night.

Let gods forbid, let fate deny,
I’d burn the world to hear you sigh.
Though we must hide what others flee—
You are, and will remain, my Aphrodite
A Vryghter May 17
“I’m getting sick of it, Darling.
Poems meant for you, I mean.
I want to grow, yet my heart doesn’t.
And that’s your fault.

I want to write the forest dry,
but my head doesn’t wander.
I try to forget, will I regret it?
But the trees keep sprouting.

I’m feeling ill, my love.
‘Cause you forget my name.
I’m stuck, the trees closing me in.
I don’t have an axe. I stay.

I want to throw up words.
Get sick of paper in my mouth.
But my heart seems glued,
Repeating the same.”

A.V.
when you love someone who doesn’t love you.
Cayleigh Apr 7
I once had a thousand desires
but in my desire to know you
all else melted away.
"insert heartfelt caption here"
Dhimss Mar 17
Somehow everything is the same but all that was is different,
the people, the clothes, me and then there's you.

Karmic retributions keep tilting me away from you,
but hopefully, this time we'll make something that lasts so here's to the tomorrow that's yet to come.

Consequences, repercussions have me always missing you,
I blink twice, breathe once and suddenly there's no trace of you.

I've done my best and I have no regrets,
but maybe you do,
do you perhaps regret me?

But if not so, then where are you?
been awhile but i've found my muses now.
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