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The sun rises then sets;
It's beautiful.
The moon glows then disappears;
It's beautiful.

The thought of 'Us' is bittersweet.
'Us' is ugly yet so beautiful.
'Us' is saccharine yet so acidic.


Demoralized thoughts
derived from cynical trepidation
seem to render me dazed and addled.

I've never experienced a love like this:
a love whereas i voluntarily succumb to any of your surmises,
a love whereas your wants and needs come before mine,
a love whereas I feel like i need you,
a love whereas I suffer from withdrawal
when your voice fails to reach my ear for too long,
when your skin fails to touch my skin for too long,
when the trust I so much had in you
..
..
..
seems to no longer exist.

*Would anyone savour the taste of a bittersweet fruit?
aurora Nov 2014
Been piecing things together lately,
And frankly,
I'm puzzled.
Ekuu Sep 2014
Basically I keep my feelings a secret
I'm not the type to say what I feel
With you it's no different
I want to tell you, believe me I've tried
but, there's  part of me that just can't take any chances.
So, I doubt that you'll ever know,
which may be fine with you, but it hurts me,
I won't tell you though.
May be it's the way you say my name
or the way you smile
or may be just everything,
getting to know you seems worth my while.
Sometimes I think, what's there to hide?
Then,slowly my heart takes brains side.
I guess I'll never say it.
I would never reveal my feelings to you,
I'll just love you from distance,
as I'm not sure what else there is to do.
A situation where you fear losing someone and that's why you keep thoughts to yourself.
tabachikoi Jun 2014
Cursed by my imagination,
teaming with echoes of situations
I do not feel well,
pressed beneath this spell

Polishing my social skills,
with one more drink, and two more pills
I do not feel good,
I thought by now I would

Bound by my own disposition,
the endless hunt to find fruition
I'm insatiable,
even if my cup is full

It's like one thousand paper cuts, soaked in vinegar
It's like a battles within myself, that leaves me insecure
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hikikomori
Martin Feussner May 2014
Waiting...
Waiting...
Waiting...
That's all I have been doing
For what?
I don't really know
Maybe it's a girl
Probably the girl of my dreams
Dreams if written
Could take your last breath away

But of what use is this wait?
She is taken...
Forever out of my grasp
But yet
What I do is that I keep
Waiting...
For what?
I don't really know
Mishika Nambiar May 2014
Why do you listen to everything I say?
Why do you talk to me through out the day?
Why do you put up with all of my ****?
Why do you stand me when I drive you to the end of your wit?
Why do you point out when I'm wrong?
Why do you think I'm pretty as a song?
Why do you smell like daisies?
Why do you drive me so crazy?
Why do you make so much of time for me?
Why do you not want to change a thing in me?
Why do you be so nice and sweet?
Why do you lose when we compete?
Why do you fight with me when I'm angry?
Why do you spend time with me when you can be free?
Why do you leave and I feel empty?
Why do you come around and then I'm all over happy?
Why can't you tell me, from me what you seek?
Answer me soon, because you've started to make me weak ♥♥♥

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