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Meghss May 2020
I've said all the things I've wanted to tell you to myself,
I've visited the nooks crannies of my hurt by myself,
I've also watched the finale of our favorite show by myself,
Have I tied enough of my loose ends?

If you were here, would you be happy for me?

I've told things about myself I never thought I'd tell,
I've thought things about you, I never thought I'd think
I've forgotten what your favorite dish was; Pasta? Pad Thai?
I seem to have no clue

If you were here, would you be happy for me?

I've been sleeping lately, at night
I don't stay up
It doesn't feel like I can't breathe,
It doesn't feel like I can't swallow,
It doesn't feel like tomorrow is worthless.

If you were here, would you be happy for me?

These days, when I think of you,
It still hurts a little
I still wonder what you're up to
But it doesn't **** me not to know.

If you were still here, would you be happy for me?
This is a free write, so know that it's as pure as it is private. But I'd like you to share this with anyone who can relate to the feeling of longing.
basil May 2020
the tears
staining my pillow
were not
for the fact that i was missing

but the fact
that i was not
missed
no one notices when i'm gone.

05.08.2020
Michael A Duff Apr 2020
She was a match , My other half

She was also poison , The kind you cant get enough of

Her dysfunction mingled with mine in strange ways that broke us both
Matched and missed dearly
Broken Pieces Apr 2020
He was my father, I never thought that would change,
But then things began to rearrange.
I love him still to this day,
I'm just sad to say he wasn't able to stay.
I never thought he would give in,
So when he said yes my mind had begun to spin.

He was my dad, and I thought that meant forever,
He left though, now I don't talk about things just say whatever.
He was the most important to me,
Because I thought he would never think to set me free.
Now he hasn't reached out in awhile,
I've begun to lose my smile.

He's nothing but a stranger now because he's gone,
He left, he even managed to beat the dawn.
I wanted him to be there for me no matter what,
But then he left and the door slowly shut.
I guess I wasn't a good daughter,
Because you just forgot her.
Alieze Mar 2020
Immersed in the poetry of a busy mind,
Words are forgotten but are not lost.

Tread them lightly,
Piece by piece.

Nothing begins, nothing ends.
These swarming thoughts are clouding.
The train has left,
Perhaps, you should too.
Broken Pieces Mar 2020
13 days it's taken to be answered,
13 days and it's still going.
13 days and I'm missing him more,
13 days and I'm still hoping.
13 days please answer me,
13 days I want to talk to you,
13 days please can you see?
13 days and I've given up,
13 days I guess it's goodbye,
Because 13 days is too long to wait.
Hilary Jan 2020
Our connection has always been
missed in a different way
than any website is intended for.
The universe endlessly thwarts
any possibility of our being plural.
I long and I hope.
I pine for more
than noncommittal communication
borne of lust and exhaustion.
Shared sentiments
that can withstand
the reason of daylight.
Ours is a road too often travelled
to places I am growing weary of regretting.
It is littered with potholes and oil slicks
remnants of emergency flares.
Reminders of the misfortune incurred.
I’m finding a new route.
It will be packed dirt dappled with sun,
seething with the hum
of nature and the thrill
of imminent adventure.
Fresh and new.
Free of shame.
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