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Airisgone Dec 2015
I hate you, my love.
I hate how I will always be misunderstood
I hate how much I struggled
After trying so hard

If dying was my saving grace
Will my angel take me away?
Or will the devil pull me down to the ground?
I hate you

But I could never do
Hate is not my saving grace
It is what will doom me when my life is taken away
And for you my dear,

It will not be your pleasure.
If love and hate were the answer to your problems
You would've died long before
With my own two feet and my saving grace
I will run after You
Holly Owen Oct 2015
a touch
a look
a simple word
causes my whole body to freeze.
a shock wave sent through my body
unable to move
i am not afraid.
i invite this feeling inward and
i allow this emotion to swallow
my soul completely.
i see this light
warm
glowing
eternal
and let my body accept this presence.
i never intend to let this go
i always to want to feel complete
and whole.
for once i feel enough
for once i feel comfortable in my own skin
for once, i have accepted my soul.
as this light fades from my head to my toes
i allow all tension and all fear to
disappear.

gone
dissolved into the dark abyss and yet
i do not regret surrending myself
i feel complete and like all the hurt
was worth it to get to this moment.
i do not need another
i do not crave another
i do not need another to tell me i am good enough.
i need me
my love
my heart
my soul
my acceptance.
for in the end,
once the last word has been said
the last breath has been taken
the only person who will be my side
is me
Loving yourself is more important than searching for that love from someone else.
Dylan Whisman Sep 2015
i woke up screaming...
red eyes watery clear,
sheets damp with chills of fear,
darkness tip toed around my bed,
confusion swept 'n smothered my head,
yet a warm flower bloomed in me chest,
and the caress of her hand cleansed me of thy mess,
lips of velvet kissed me so near,
sweet whisper climbed my face and licked my ear,
"you are so loved, shut your mouth silly head,
"embrace me my love, and come back to bed."
For a beautiful universe, and a beautiful girl who shares it with me.
Have a wonderful evening humans!
Raj Devan Jun 2015
What a lovely day
It would be
the day i die
When there will be
A mass present
Seeing my stiff to cry
Wish i could say
Idiots dont cry
My life was really waste
There's nothing to cry
The pain which i bear
Will also left me then
No worries to bother
No moments to cry
What a lovely day
It would be
The day i die
A question in mind
With an unknown answer
Hoping you will be there
Gazing at me
With you're lovely smile
Don't worry dear
I won't come back
I'm leaving the world
Which is not mine
On a journey to sumwhere
Can't easily described
What a lovely day
It would be
the day i die.
HRTsOnFyR May 2015
I know you said to try and not make any more points... But I can't just sit idly by while excellent points are ignored and disregarded in favor of illusions.

You can either choose to embrace and admire my intellect... Or you can attempt to belittle and censor it. The way my mind works is a little different than most, and that shouldn't be a threat to you. It should be an asset.

I'm sure I can be frustrating to deal with because I have yet to tame my ego and temper entirely, but those flaws have been brought to my attention.

I'm only 28, so I am fairly confident that there's still hope for a full recovery. It took you until you were 40 to make any real corrections in your behavior.

I was there with you from 29 until the present time... So I would find it a bit ironic if you expected perfection from me at 28.

Especially when I feel like I'm leaps and bounds ahead of most people my age, or even your age, when it comes to being self aware, open hearted and willing to change.

All I need is love and affection. I've been bullied and rejected and ignored by both of my parents. The only way I know how to react is by assuming that their mistreatment is justified... And to accept it with a sorrowful, silent dignity.

Its not a far cry from my own fears about myself anyhow. I've always been the awkward misfit daughter of a slovenly, ignorant nutcase. If that's enough to make me question my own value and self worth.

It doesn't take much for someone that I trust to convince me that I don't have any anyhow.

What I need from a relationship is someone who understands those things, and is willing to extend their affections to me unconditionally.

If that's too much for you, then I understand. Its hard to show love when you've never been taught it. Believe me, I know.

But I also know that honesty, sincerity and a compassionate heart can solve all of life's issues. 

As long as I resonate with that truth, I know that the Universe must respond to it.

A love as intense as mine; A spirit as genuinely captivated by wonder; Inspired by nature and comforted by our inherent divinity...

Cannot... Nay, WILL NOT be left wanting. Of that I'm sure.

I hope you can put down your defenses long enough to see that we are on the same team.

Pride is a silly thing to cling to when there are broken hearts and unmentionable sufferings to address in our own lives and families.

What does a man gain from the glorified conquests of his ego if, in the end, he is to suffer the loss of his own soul?

I love you. That's all I can say. Although I will probably never send you a copy of this letter... I somehow feel better nonetheless. I wish you could hold me one last time.
Cierra Spina May 2015
Come back my love
Please come fill my void
I've been saying your name in my dreams again
Should we consult my friend Freud?
Camille Alipio Mar 2015
Je suis comme nulle part que je peux être.
Pourriez-vous ajouter un peu de quelque part pour moi?
Citant Rosemonde, "...chaque jour je t’aime davantage,
Aujourd’hui plus qu’hier et bien moins que demain."
Et je vous promets ce mon amour:
Peu importe qui entre dans votre vie,
Je vous aime plus que l'un d'eux,
ce est sûr.
The first time I saw him. I knew he was the one.
His voice, words. A dream come true.
My heart began to melt as he looked deep into my eyes, his gentle touch and soft persuasion.

Our first lingering kiss I will always remember. Our nights of passion sensual moments. Feeling him close to me.

Magical moments privately shared.

Our hearts entwined always together. A love like ours will last forever through life's smooth or rocky path.

Memories played back a video in my mind. How I long to hold him and caress him once again.

True love never dies. Its richness sips through every cell. A feeling of emotion.

The first time I saw him I knew he was the one.
KellzKitty Jan 2015
How can you love me when I can mean?
How can you love me when I can cruel?
How can you love me whenI can be heartless?
How can you love me when I can be offensive?
How can you love me when I don't go outside a lot and you do?
How can you love me when I'm anti social?
How can you love me when I'm not good at talking to people?
So how is it you can love me?
How can you love somebody like me?
How is it possible you don't ask me to change?
How is it you don't ask me to be better?
It's unusual
How is it myself is good enough for you?
How is it you can see a good in me that I can't see myself?
You see a me that I've never met before
How is this so?
You look in my eyes and tell me I'm beautiful
How did this come to be?
How is it I feel that you deserve so much better and you believe there is none better than me?
How is it you came to save me?
I'm so thankful for you
I'm in love with you
For every flaw and every perfection
Thank you for loving me even when I couldn't love myself
K.M.K.W
KB Oct 2014
My favourite of all the words
Beautiful from beyond
Frightening from within
Like loving someone
Out of control
Like loving
You
Cataclysm
It arrives all at once
And the damage is
Irreversible
The land will never know not to fear
A Cataclysm
And I will be frozen with fear
As I face your ferocity
Dumbfounded by the thought of your
Encapsulating take over
I can never run
From the Cataclysm
That is
You
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