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the fine line between love and hate
happens to be you
at times you fill my heart with anguish
but your love still draws me towards you
and i hate everything you did to me
but somehow i am still wholeheartedly in love with every part of you
why do i still love you after you ripped my heart apart?
s Willow Feb 2019
Can we talk?
We need to talk about what you did.
I know you don’t care but it hurts me.
Nowing that I’m not good enough for you.
It drives me crazy.
Get out of my life.
s Willow Feb 2019
Pardon?
You know I meant nothing of it.
What part hurts?
Your being ridiculous.
I didn’t do anything you didn’t do to me.
Amanda Kay Burke Feb 2019
Hardest part of losing you was finding you again
Our relationship met a sudden end
When Winter crawled in and Fall departed
Both felt tired and broken-hearted
Wild nights that brought so much joy
Once enchanted, we no longer enjoy
We laugh but not as often
Is the magic almost forgotten?
Long ago when we were young
Captured my heart with words you sung
Letting my hair down, letting loose
Lie after lie, no excuse
But spark within was worth the pain
In darkness you took it all away
Back then we would party just to pass the time
Now do not feel normal in a sober state of mind
Could find someone else who would actually follow through
I have and my heart went right back to you
There must be a reason my decisions keep bringing me back into your arms
Tanya Feb 2019
A drop
     which falls
                  in the sea,
                              becomes
                                      
              sea.
          〰️〰️〰️
   〰️〰️〰️
         〰️〰️〰️
   〰️〰️〰️
to my Ukrainian friend.
Cerb99 Feb 2019
Days turned months, and months to years,
The child now a youth smiled no more.
She alone could see her tears,
As she kept on singing, like an age old chore.
She longed to see the endless sands,
She longed to see the mountains high.
She wished to visit foreign lands,
And soar above all, through the boundless sky.
To be continued...
Jean Sharlot Jan 2019
I wanna see your face
not from the camera we used to talk.
I wanna hear your voice
and not just read your messages from day to day.

I wish to hold your hands
even squeeze your cheeks,
Tickle you until you cry out of happiness
And hug you tightly while you were still beside me.

I wanna tell you stories I was happy about
staring at you from day to night
and those were the moments I wished I can seize
but then again I remember we were apart.
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