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Tea Jan 2020
20:
My heart is bleeding...
I feel like crying...
I miss him so...
Where did he go?
Is he still even there?
I can't seem to find him anywhere...
I hope he will turn up on Monday...
But it is still such a long way...
Why do I need to wait?
Is this my fate?
Will I ever see his smile?
I guess I need to wait a while...
Every day is a painful wound...
Every hour is another disappearing piece of ground...
Every minute is making me dizzy...
Every second is driving me crazy...
But I know I can survive...
Even though I don't feel very alive...
All I can do is wait till he's back...
I'll eat a snack...
I'll get something to read...
I'll answer my sister's plead...
I'll imagine my Kingdom...
While being doomed to boredom...
Cardboard-Jones Jan 2020
Moonlight past midnight
Breaks my window and highlights
Your pillow,
Empty and lifeless.

Lilac and citrus
Still linger in the air.
Bring your bright eyes
To my face, I’m deprived.

Moonlight past midnight
Breaks me and tells me
How much I miss you. like
Sunsets in summer.
Julia Jan 2020
i wish you would
miss me

i wish you would
kiss me

i need you to
miss me

i need you to
kiss me
Somewhatdamaged Jan 2020
You
I love the way I can hate
Your screaming
Your blaming
and all your misery.
You blame me for spreading in.
And then you hate me
for what you put me through!

And all your disbelief
that you comfort me with,
all your hatred
all your lying,
the way you played with me
I miss the way I can hate!

Cause I know its you, not me!
You turned my simplest taste
into a worthless meaning.
The way you were holding me
Your tainted caress
struck the void in me!

Where the **** are you?
I hope you're satisfied.
You're nowhere to be found.
I'm not missing you
I just miss the way I hate you!
maria Jan 2020
Haven't seen you for a while
                come and visit asap
         I'm cold
                I miss you
where have you been?

written on January 21, 2020
LTJK Jan 2020
shivering, aching,
bleeding words,
slivering, breaking,
realisation hurts.

times i've missed,
cut off tongues.
air as catalyst,
vacant lungs.
i still miss her,
too much,
too often.
Vic Jan 2020
I miss you a little bit every day.

You make me feel lovesick.


everything seems so cliché when you haven't felt it yet




i miss you
it ******* *****

but what hurts the most is knowing that you don't miss me anymore



calling would be pointless now




i'm never getting you back,
no matter how ******* much i want that.


it's not like these stupid poems are gonna help.





so here, because you still deserve it.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. For whatever I did to you.


i know it won't make things the way they used to be but i hope that it can at least be alright




i'm waiting for ya
A poem every day.
18-1-20
Mykarocknrollin Jan 2020
persistent perfume
sticky and rubbing skin
strictly consistent bloom
don't throw this on a bin
i know i'm just a muse
hey boy
am i a toy
not the same as before
i'm small
but i can carry a ball
but yes i think i fall
don't make this a troll
i'll just do the roll
afraid to crawl
back to your arms
back to you
back to no clue

xo
Angela Rose Jan 2020
sometimes I hear a baby wailing in public and i wonder how and why adults never get to break down like that


and then I remember how i sobbed when i got the call that my dad died


and now i can't breathe again
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