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Elle H Dec 2017
‘How do you tell someone you stopped loving them?’
I told you, ‘you don’t.’
You can’t tell them because it’ll cause heartbreak.
You can’t look them in the eyes and tell them that; that you the person they are most vulnerable to, has stopped loving them.
Lex Dec 2017
"Do you still love me?"
                                                            ­       "I never stopped."
Yep, abother poem about you...
~LJ
Ravanna Dee Nov 2016
So many have forgotten Him.
(Writing prompt: Write the saddest story you can, using only five words.)

Our nation, our world, has stooped striving to follow Christ. So many have forgotten him. His love. His sacrifice. His word and truth. This, to me, is the saddest thing.
Jinn Prashanti Nov 2016
He said to stop texting
I started accepting
I hope he wasn't just flexing
Conteplating skills of fetching
Kelsey Lauren May 2016
I stopped engaging in the conversation.
I did so a couple weeks ago.
I stopped caring.
You were all focusing on yourselves.
As I slowly drifted away.
Of course you wouldn't notice.
You don't care about me.
No one does.
No one can.
No one will.
I am destined to a life of solitude.
Am I okay with that?
I don't know
AM May 2016
oh
not one thing
ever looked
so beautiful
in the right
time
cause
I could swear
I've stopped
looking
when
these eyes
found
you
Scarlet Niamh Sep 2015
I want to love and live,
But, as always, I am held back by you.
~~ I'll never stop fighting you. ~~
Idiosyncrasy Aug 2015
Someone asked me
If I was falling for you again,
I replied no
**Because I never stopped falling.
Kee Jun 2015
Will you hold me?
Tell me you'll never leave
That will be forever?
That stay strong is our 'okay'?
Tell me....

Tell me you'll only love me and no one else.
Please.
Please don't make this hard for me because I depend on you.
I depend on everything you say and it seems like you hate me for loving you.
You hate the though of loving me
You'd never touch me
I'm poisonous to you and it kills me that you don't want me.
Literally.
Self harm was never my thing but you made me drag the razor along my veins and cry out in pain as the blood dripped onto your white T-shirt.
It still smells like you.
You took a piece away from me and even you didn't say you loved me but I know you felt for me
you felt
But i dont understand
I don't understand why you stopped feeling for me.
And you never tell me.
*Why?
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