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Pizacas23 May 2020
I told you I like you, and I spill those sky blue tears.
Years later...
You fall to me and I'm into somebody else.
Why does this happens everytime ?
choose people who choose you
this is what I’m gonna do

reciprocal relationships
is what I’m looking for
don’t want to be hurt
and disappointed no more

expectations from wrong relations
I should be more patient

so you made your choice
and it wasn’t me
there was a lot of noise
inside of me

heart over mind;
it’s a problem
for mankind

could have given you the world, wow
but it’s okay,
I get it now

you don’t want to be loved by me
so I will go and set you free

but there is something
I want you to know

a truth that wants to glow
a fact I’m sure of
this right here
is your loss.

- gio, 09.04.2020
you nourish relationships that don’t want to grow
maybe you should leave, you should just go

you put energy into so many people
that in reality sting you like a needle

they can’t give you anything in return,
nothing that sets your heart on fire
or makes it burn

and if you only would know
that those people don’t want to glow,

or at least not with you,
then maybe you should
adapt your crew

so stop watering death plants,
maybe you should just replant.

- gio, 10.04.2020
James Mar 2020
Sing the song of gratitude,
should the grass grow.
Felt beneath our feet,
the soil breathing its song.
Let it growl a languid tone,
for its tongue rests underneath its greenth overflows and wild creatures.
A picture of placidity it draws
but hidden under its overtone of yellow kingdom.
Don't let it loom over you,
for its stature is everything but onerous.
Tell it why you fear not the soil nor its engulfing sky, and it shall move the winds easy.
Speak with candor and imbue it with your love.
Because when it hears your song of gratitude, it too will sing.
Soxna la Donna Apr 2019

L. Lucky enough to find reciprocity.

O. Overwhelmingly thinking of you.

V. Vaingloriously hypnotized by your persona. I couldn't help to become your prisoner.

E. Exclusiveness was an idea you wanted me to believe in. But apparently it wasn't for you.
Not really a poem
Makenzie Marie Nov 2018
I might love you
But won’t tell you
Because recovery
Is still coming
But I love being with you
Dancing to my favorite songs.
I am falling in love with you
And I know you love me too
Please don’t go
Ink Nov 2018
Dear You,

When I first saw you, I thought you were unremarkable. I didn't know, then, that I would end up this way with my insides torn to shreds over the love I wish to give you.

Perhaps you seemed unremarkable to me because your treasure lays inside of you, under the layers of humour and deceptive smiles. I saw a glimpse of your treasure when a brick fell from the towers you built to protect yourself. It was the night you told me what you willed no one else to know, a night where your defences were down.

I was entranced for a while, caught up in the thoughts of all you were hiding and who you could be if you stepped out of the tower. This was dangerous territory. In attempting to reach you, I nearly fell into the moat that protects your structure.

In my trance, I didn't realize you had not drawn me a bridge. I was not the one you wished to uncover your treasure. You crumpled my heart like a sheet of paper, threw it into the moat, but my mind was still shackled to you.

In my thinking, I realized that I cannot help you. I cannot tear down your walls if you disarm me. So I have decided to let my heart wander away in the water, break the ties I have to you, and keep the love I cannot give away.

I cannot care for you if you do not want me to. I cannot go against what you wish, and what you wish is for the touch of another to ease you into letting down your guard. You wish that someone finds you remarkable, but that someone must not be me.

I walk away from your treasure and hope that one day, you will lower your bridge and let someone pick away at your walls. If that person does not exist, if no one again finds you and your hidden treasure remarkable, then remember that my torn heart still floats in the water you almost let consume me.

If you would let me care for you, I could retrieve it. I could swim across the thrashing moat, speak to you through the hardened walls you've built. I could hope that this time, you would listen to my voice.

For now, I leave you.


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