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sometimes,
people exist just for you to have a good time with them and then move on from

once you can accept that
it makes everything a lot easier
because a lot of happiness stems from managing expectations

the reason we get hurt so much is because we have a good time with someone
then we obsess-
waiting for them to text us
wanting to see them again
picturing our life with them
and when we find out that they don't want exactly what we do
we're crushed


but really,
they don't owe us a future or anything at all
they don't even owe us a text the next day

and i've come to accept that sometimes a good time can just be a good time
without the promise of a future
.....
and that's fine.

even though
we know deep down we're not fine at all

but, that's still a ******* fine
Elliana Jul 6
Id waited so long to get that text
To just hear you say it once;
To hear you apologize
For all the damage that you'd caused.
And for leaving me broken
For moving on without a pause.

Id finally gotten over you
After months of feeling empty
So why now,
When i'm finally feeling plenty,
Did you decide to cut open these scars that had just healed?
Why now,
When I needed you the least,
Did you decide to apologize
For ******* the life and love out of me like a leech?
My heart now stained with the memory of us
Like a black t-shirt stained with bleach.

Was it because you saw that I was finally moving on
And you knew that that one text
Would take me back to square one?
Or was it because you felt guilty for the ****** way you treated me;
Telling me you liked me one day
And disappearing the next.
Because you got bored of your shiny new toy,
One you once believed was the best.

I wish I could say I hated you,
But that would be a lie.
My heart aches for your sadness
And I can't stand the thought of being the reason why.  
That big “*******” I wish I could end lingers on my phone
Because what if that was the last thing I said.
It was the last straw;
A reason for your end.

Thinking about loving you again makes my head spin in ways I didn't know it could.
Because im filled with rage
But also a sadness that I never understood.

Why am I longing to tell you I miss you?
Something I've never admitted out loud.
Because I miss your smile and your laugh.
I miss the way you'd send me pictures of the weather forecast
When it was supposed to storm
Because you knew those were my favorite things.
I long for your familiar warmth.

So ******* for making me feel these things again;
For digging up the past.
******* for making me love you.
******* for being my first.
And most of all ******* for making me believe you'd be my last.
T Apr 18
City lights,
Views,
Sunday Blues.

Coffee,
Sunsets,
Can we reset?

Long drives,
Kisses,
Left me in pieces.
You pop in my mind
every now and then
Between us
"If" can become "when"

We are not tied
but we are bound
to a world.
More beautiful with you around
His5Her is a series of poems with different points of view of fictional people.
We can go on, take a break or stop
Many possibilities
Harmony on top

We are what we want
Threading on a blurry line
Friends to lovers and reverse
We are flexible, we are fine
His5Her is a series of poems with different points of view of fictional people.
Nohémie Mar 2020
I've lost too much of myself to share with you.
Someone was talking about the 'situationship' they had to end with someone and when they said that, that nearly broke me.

I hope you are doing well in these times of panic and fear. I wish you health and prosperity.

Much love,
N.
Kriti Gupta Nov 2019
Time and time again
I gave you reasons to say yes
All you had left in your heart
Was reasons to run left

You asked me for the truth
For months I held my heart
Til you said the words we’re hoping for
I said I love you yet
Kriti Gupta Sep 2019
is this time the charm?
tell me are we finally on a perfect path?
do we meet in the middle?
does your heart swell a little?
am I fitting your curtains once more?
On this again
Kriti Gupta Sep 2019
jumped back on a ride
worn breaks, broken ties
with a wheel left spinning
heart hanging out the side
They say having *** I’d like riding a bicycle, having *** with you is even better
Kriti Gupta Aug 2019
“I don’t know what we are”
We’re gray baby
Gray


k.g.
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