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Katelynn Jan 2020
You ask if I love you?
I simply reply I don’t know.
How could one really know,
I’d love truly lies where lust hides.

Do I love you,
When you hold me tight,
When our lips touch,
Or when our bodies connect.

Do I love you,
When I sneak glances,
When I listen intently,
Or when I feel that I can’t get enough.

But when we are together,
My heart flutters,
My hands shake,
I feel tingly.
I feel special.

But you ask my if I love you,
I still can’t respond.
Is it me being with you?
Or being apart of you?

When the heat rushes,
When my legs shake,
**** I know I’ll be sore in the morning,
But that isn’t love.

Love shouldn’t be afraid.
Love shouldn’t be hidden.
It’s shouldn’t be shameful,
Or questioned.

But I guess it doesn’t matter either way.

Because you never asked me if I loved you in the first place.
Going through life I have never experience my chance at having my first love yet. I wrote this poem when I was finally with someone for the first time believing that I could love them and they everything would be okay. It didn’t work out but having these questions in this poem was a real eye opener for me into discovering what I really needed. And it wasn’t him.
Sabika Jan 2020
Would the question still be beautiful
If you knew the answer?
Hawa Dec 2019
There's a lot of past and more of the future.
A lot of crying and many more tears, of joy and sadness
Dumped In this huge pile of Present.
Which we are unhappy with.
Hoping to get more,
More more than we can.
More than we deserve.
What is this pressure?
Sharp like a razor.
Bleeding through the nibs of our pens and literature.
And us?
What about US?
What are we going to do with all this future?
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2019
Sometimes
Even the faith needs to
Undergo trial
In order to build
Stronger trust

Afterwards
Genre: Observational
Theme: Question everything to have trust even more stronger, question the inner being, question for better understanding.
Lillian Dec 2019
how do you stop the sad?
the sad that leaves you crying
on the shower floor,
the sad that makes you angry,
that makes you want to scream and run,
run far, far away.
the sad that hope that,
if you run nobody would come looking
just to prove to yourself that
they don’t care, just as you suspected.
how do you stop the sad
that make food feel like poison,
makes tears feel like needles
dragging down your face,
calling out that you’re weak
for not being able to handle
the emotions running through you
or the anxiety coursing through your veins.
how do you stop the sad
that makes your throbbing head spin
and keeps your tired eyes open
when all you want to do is sleep
for a million years,
because even though sleep
doesn’t stop the sad, it freezes it.
how do you stop the sad
that you thought had gone away,
that you hadn’t felt in months,
that you hadn’t thought about in months,
that crept up like a monster
the moment you set foot in that house.
how do you stop the sad
that doesn’t even feel like an emotion,
that leaves you drained and wondering,
is happy even real?
please, someone tell me -
i’m begging on all fours -
how do you stop the sad
because i’ve never felt quite this bad.
Max Neumann Dec 2019
i asked my daddy: "do you trust me?"
and he answered.
Today is a good day.
Bhill Dec 2019
Question for today
Is real really real
What if it isn’t
***

Brian Hill - 2019 # 313
Does anyone really know?
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