I miss you
Like, a lot
But I felt like at times I was in the way
Of you doing better things
Bigger things
I didn't want to mess up
Something that was so good
A friendship that was only good
Because I mess things up
Like, a lot
So I gave you some space
For you to do what you wanted
How you wanted
But now I'm wondering if I messed up
Like, a lot
Because I miss you
You are my 11:11
You go through my mind 24/7
When I think about there being an us
I can’t believe it could be true so on 11:11 I wish for you
You race through my mind as if you are the runner trying to get to the finish line
But every time I open my eyes I only know i just fantasize about there be an us
But I feel like a little piece of string holding on by a thread and then you get a scissor cutting me off to leave me cold and dead
Why did I even picture you in my head
Just to reminisce that you wouldn’t of dreamt me dead
ph Jul 13
I’ve never had a deja’vu moment,
but I could have sworn I’ve seen you before,
after passing you on the sidewalk.
It wasn’t because you had a familiar face,
God knows I’m the worst when it comes to
remembering these details.
It was something in your stardust that
awakened mine.
I’ll never forget you.

I intentionally failed to wish you
a happy birthday this year,
though I know significant dates,
hours, moments, people,
by heart.
I still search for you in boys
I mistake for bandages,
the ones with eyes almost
the same shade of your hazels,
lips resounding your laughter,
resembling a wisp of your smile,
But they aren't you.


Sometimes I pretend you're dead,
because it's less painful
to stop reaching out into voids.


My mom still blames you
for everything that preceded that year.
Though you probably had no idea what happened
when we stopped talking altogether.
Can you believe it's almost been three years?


My dad wonders who was my 'one that got away'
Though, I'm pretty sure he knows
it's you.


Remember how I mentioned Sylvia Plath?
How most everything she wrote
brimmed with melancholy?
How I loved every single word?
Especially that piece
where she talked about expectations
and disappointments.
You'll never know that
up to this day I still think
people are selfish enough to
always, eventually turn into the latter.
Even you.


It's sad I never got the chance
to tell you about Ted.
How she loved him so much,
she just had to dive headfirst
into the flames-- burning herself,
what was left of her--
after she found out
he never really loved her
the same way
she loved him
in the first place.


truth is,
some of us
never learn to accept
the love we think we deserve.


I don't know if you still read my poems
or if you still think about me,
about us, sometimes.
Every time you fall asleep past eleven,
a part of me hopes you do.
because I always remember you--
in birthday candles, red ribbons,
off-tune voice records, golden arches,
concrete sidewalks, pedestrian lanes,
the last flickers of city lights
softly fading out of the blue.
I remember you
in everything, in everywhere,
in everyone.
It's useless, no matter how much I try to forget.
No matter how much I just want to forget.
I want to forget.

But, how could I?

When forgetting means forsaking
the very memory of you.
Joshua Nai Jul 8
Hit the wall.
it caused me to fall.
breaking the cup i was holding in my hands.
i was ready to be called.

it hurt.
it caused me pain.
it hurt my heart.

time wiped away traces of it many years later.

brushed the wound against the wall.
i remembered the fear that made me fall.
the thing that made me miss the call.

"stop remembering...just forget..."
"stop remembering...just forget..."
"stop remembering...just forget..."
"stop remembering...how can i forget..."
"stop remembering...just forget...its not that easy to forget."

"me, just remember to forget next time..."

but...through all this...
no matter how many times you scratch on that wound,
just know, and remind yourself to remember,

sometimes it reminds you of the pain you know? But you know what! We would not back down because of fear, because of the evil one! We would not back down! Never!
I'd see that face that savaged nights
Picasso’s artful effigy scowls
on plate glass windows
high rise grimaces

Is this for real, for he's sailed on
beyond deep seas to places wild
do clouds stoop down to part
stop searching vapid

Or is this his iconic stride
dark overcoat pulled high
winds snatching imprints
left behind in harried
sometimes in a crowd a face is seen that stirs remembering - not always in a good way
Fxrz Ramirez Jun 18
I have keys to houses that no longer stand and now only exsist in my mind
I walk through them in memories like traveling in time
As if I could walk through the door and the world goes back to how it was back then
I'd love to vacation to a time, not a place. Not a where, but a when
Although, not everything has to fade and disappear
Some things seem frozen in time that haven't changed in years
It's a comfort, like time doesn't exsist at all
Songs, places, faces. Forgotten moments and feelings recalled
Freddie Ruiz May 23
Staring at the sky on this 4th of July,
remembering the time we watched the fireworks sitting upon the grass.
And we looked each other in the eyes;
it was one of those moments you couldn’t help but to smile.
And I took a deep sigh
right before your lips met with mine.

Such an intimate bliss
when you and I shared that first kiss.
While people celebrated their independence,
we celebrated a moment we felt would last forever.
And the music, the heat and the scent of your skin
made me feel like I was in the middle of a dream.

I was Mesmerized,
flying up high,
as the colors of the sky
reflected in your eyes.

And the night turned into sunlight
and there we were still sitting upon the grass,
laughing at how we lost track of time,
but still not moving from each other’s side.
And it’s amazing how after all this time,
tonight, here I am thinking about that 4th of July.
Written on July 4, 2015
Composition number: 514
Terry Collett May 20
That I kept in mind:
the way your hair was
that first night

laid out
on your pillow
like a spray of sea,

and how soft
your fruits were
as I kissed each one,

and how slim
your waist was
as I lay me down

to swim,
and how narrow
the valley

the way within.
That I kept in mind:
your first words

on first meeting,
the way you laughed
when tickled,

the softness of your lips
when kissed with mine,
how each movement

of your body
set mine aflame,
how your finger

down my spine set
me alight to burn
and burn for you

each night.
What I kept from mind:
your last words

I never heard,
that last kiss
I never received,

the final farewell
I never knew,
just the image of us

and me and you.
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