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Unknown Jun 27
I could never make you happy
So I gave up

Not on you, No.
But on myself.

For if I couldn't make you happy..
It must surely be something to do with me.

Not you, no..
jia May 21
why do i keep holding on
on something so uncertain
uncertain if you really want me
me who only knows how to hope

why do I like you
you do not even notice
my longing stares and glances
glances that I've hidden so long

why don't you choose me
me who kept on waiting
waiting for something uncertain
uncertain as you are
jia May 21
the things im willing to let go,
just so you can know
my feelings and how I desire
to be with you, I would not tire

I tried so many ways
despite the mights and mays
so that we could look eye to eye
won't you ask me why?

i know you have somebody
I know its her body
I know its not me
and it will never be
Celestial May 17
So much magic and mystery in,
only your tiny spark.
what is there to pin?
But that devious shot in the dark.

Already lit it's growing.
So fast and hot,
I wonder what's not showing.
For that not everything you got.

You may think this a goad,
It's just nothing else fits on this road.
Would it be a fantasy?
To think of a courtesy?

On your way,
I hope your light never fades.
Only to grow by day,
Showing all the shades.
Seeing through to the good. Moving past all the darkness to find it.
Morgan Vail Apr 25
I never wrote you any love poems.
Supposedly, I was too captivated by your so-called charm to,
Cope with myself.
Perhaps I didn’t need to.
I was already rather broken then,
But I’m certain you shattered the remaining pieces.
Not, your responsibility of course.
Not even the fact you replaced me,
After I found myself absent more and more.
I used to dream about being alongside you,
While ignoring your calls.
That’s ironically sad, I think,
You wouldn’t have gotten the joke.
She is not a flower or a miracle,
But a human with a heart raw and soft.
She is prettier than any blossom,
spread across my garden,
For she never wilt nor held a thorn.

She dared and she cared.
Into her eyes that shone,
I couldn't gaze out for a second.
I could hear her heart,
Throbbing in lullabies,
A rhythm I found my comfort in.

Her smile could lit up my sky,
Illuminating the grey to blue.
If you read my breaths mumble,
You'd know it's the song of your name.
This poem reminds me how much she meant to me. It's about looking for love but never really getting over.
Ahmad Attr Mar 18
More often than not I’m shocked at your capability
To masterfully overlook my lack of subtlety
In my actions, words and expressions
And my ability
To ignore everybody but you

You hear me but you don’t listen
You see me but you don’t watch
All you do is sit and laugh
As you pull my strings,
That you don’t know were never there

More often than not I’m confused by your incivility
To boldly call me your liability
But you don’t see my actions, words and expressions
And my ability
To abandon everybody but you
You hear me but you don't listen
Ana Mar 16
she told you the truth
and you told her lies.

she told you i love you,
and so did you.

but she believed you,
because how could
someone make lies,
so beautiful?
Nylee Feb 28
Your gravity hit me hard and fast
But mine didn't even touch you
It just repelled out of your axis
And you still keep pulling my strings
I keep falling over my feet
The physic's law won't work for me
The biology and chemistry both
are working against me
affecting just me.
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