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Hayley Cusick Sep 2014
I think about when you left.
Never looking back.
Not even to check.
I just stood there
with my hand clutching my chest.

I know you didn't mean it.
You said you were sorry
and that this was
how you had to leave it.

But my arms feel empty
with nothing to hold.
And I'm left with this
giant
gaping
hole.
Farewell.
ejb Sep 2014
i am hopelessly in love with her
but she can never know
because i can't risk her not feeling the same way and losing her
because losing her would be like losing the sun from the sky
without her my whole world would be dark

everytime i see her i can feel my heart beating in my chest
and everytime i hold her i can't help but smile because she makes me happier than anyone or anything else in the entire galaxy

her body and soul are the most beautiful thing i've ever seen
her soul is so poetic and twisted and i love every peice of it
she hates her body but i love every last inch of it and could stare at it for days on end

she has such a huge affect on me she makes me happy and gives me a reason to live and i have never loved anyone and will never love anyone the way i love her

i love her but she can never know
because i can't risk her not feeling the same way and losing her
because losing her would be like losing the sun from the sky
without her my whole world would be dark
Emily Tyler Apr 2013
"That's so gay!"
A use of
Slang and slander
In
The
Wrong
Direction.

If they use
Gay as in
Happy
The
Way
Most
Have
Forgotten
It would be a good expression.

But if they use it
As a reference to
Homosexuality
Then
I
Don't
Get
It
I
Won't
Get
It.

You can't be more gay
Than someone else.
There's no scale
Or
Chart
To measure
Gayness

And it's a bad expression
So gay is
Bad?

No.

Gay is not bad.

People who say "That's so gay."

They are bad
Oh, venting.
17th Aug 2014
so close yet so far
so thin yet so fat
so dark yet so bright
so wrong yet so right
so hot yet so warm
*so yours yet so mine
seasonalskins Aug 2014
pardon my inadequacy,
i'm always two steps behind
or a mile ahead,
and yet i find myself drifting
along the sea of people,
catching parts of lost souls
and blurring corners of conversation
title somewhat inspired by temper trap
Dhaye Margaux Aug 2014
You don't miss me, do you?
Maybe you don't
'Cause if you do
I  can see you now
Hear your voice
Hug you
Kiss you
Sit on your lap
Cuddle me like  a baby
For you said I am your baby girl

Where are you?
You know I missed you so much
I love you no matter what
I was waiting yesterday
I am waiting now
And I will still be waiting
For you to come home...
Home is where we are together...
Haych Aug 2014
Feeling so conflicted as to what I'm missing
knowing what I'm feeling isn't what I'm really missing
know that times are harder now
Time is constantly ticking
Life keeps on pushing me further, how?
Feels like I'm always on the edge and close to tipping
and I keep tripping
And the urge is always there, picking away at me
Haunting me with its cold glares and stares
making me feel so conflicted as to what I'm missing
and I know what I feel isn't what I'm missing
I'm missing but nobody seems to see
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...listening
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...looking
I'm missing but right in plain view
but nobody's noticed I've gone...missing
So why would they search for me when they think I'm as whole as the full moon glistening
what they fail to realize
was she was the moon
but a part of her was hidden away
a piece of her...*missing
I know it's been a while since I posted a poem
But I'm currently struggling to paste together the words that I want to say
They're there...I just don't seem to want to say them since well, I know it's not just speaking the words that make the difference, it's the power of writing them, that give them life.
But I'm taking one step at a time,
and tho this isn't a new piece
and i wrote it a while back,
it's still a start right?
There's nothing
      I'd rather do
             Than just be
                     **With You
Ella Byrne Jul 2014
Last night
I hurt you again
Indifference is more painful
Than outright hatred
Last night
I cried again
I hate myself
For always doing this to you
Last night
You told me
Clearly with certainty
"I'm not going anywhere."
Last night
Despite everything
You pulled me in
And held me close
Last night
I realised
Just how much
I needed to hear those words
Last night
I think we both came to understand
Just how much
We need each other.
Written in April 2014
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