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peyton 2d
she’s there,
hands trembling on the screen,
heart heavier with each second.

no reply, no sign, no sound...
just the weight of waiting,
the ache of being unseen
by the one she’s already given
so much of herself to.
how i imagine a 3rd party seeing me an my crushes situation rn.
peyton 2d
i read your message
and then i looked away
because the truth is,
i don’t know what to do with it.

it’s easier to stay silent
than to admit i’m tangled
in my own mess
and maybe i’m scared
to break what we have
by saying too much, or, not enough.
my crushes pov of our situation rn (obviously its not real, but its how i imagine him feeling)
peyton 2d
i typed words i wanted you to hear
but my phone stayed quiet
like the space between us
is louder than anything i can say.

i’m here, raw and waiting
but maybe you don’t see me
or maybe you don’t want to.

and that thought feels like a knife
twisting slowly
in the middle of my chest.
my pov on me an my crushes situation rn
peyton Aug 6
if hiccups mean
you’re being missed,
you must be out there
with water up your nose
and upside-down,
holding your breath,
wondering why it won’t stop.

it’s me.
my fault.
i miss you too much
and too often..
and i don’t plan on stopping.
..
you must be
hiccuping
to death by now.

i miss you
like it’s my job
like it’s rent due
like missing you
might make you show up.

it won’t.
but maybe
you’ll feel it.
just once
im lost.
neiilashish Jun 28
summer cling to the anniversary death camp,
poolside conversations sits in light,
strife your fingers in mine, marry in Naboo,

little Gothic cherubs sky diving in lies,
two limbs grasping in intimate rocket dive,
uh-uh, I scream to be soaked in your brown eyes,
Shrimpy love, grey nirvana,
I see no screeching reprise to our tedious fights,
mind over matter darling,
head collision to **** a dear without headlights.

fall back for another night,
rest your head on my sunken shoulder,
let the fault lines collapse,
the sun burn itself to darkness,
this hour, infinite to budge us.
this poem talks about a demise of a relationship and how much the speaker of the poem wants to spend one last night with his partner before they split.
Ray Oct 2024
the words "i love you" rolled off my tongue
we had only been together for 2 months when i said it
he was shocked and so was i

as the months had passed we got closer and closer
we said "i love you" so many times and still do
but instead of him or i saying "i love you too"
we just say "i love you"

the word "too" means in addition or also
i don't love him in addition to him loving me
he doesn't love me in addition to me loving him

we love each other for who we are
not because of our bodies or money
not because he's attractive or he thinks i'm attractive too
we love each other for who we are

we are teen lovers
we want to get married to each other
have our own children together
grow old together
die together

that is our love.
i love him more than anything
ky Jul 2023
We never really knew each other.

Sure, we texted nonstop.
You stared at me in the halls.
But missed chances and glances were all we had.
We never had a real conversation.
(Maybe things would have been different if we did.)

All my memories of you
consist of my face lit by a bright screen,
sitting in the darkness of my bedroom,
wishing for you—desperately—at 11:11.
Nina Jul 2021
it's so late out there
when I am sitting on the roof
sky cries over my head
and this rain makes me feel like a fool.

I wish that you were real
we'd run all night long
and this tear of sky
would be happy tears of seeing us together.

but you live in my dreams
this black rose that I still keep
was given in a moment
that felt so real even it was a trick.

It's a night out there
this night seems it lasts forever
where are you, where?
when I am looking for you

this moon is touching my tears
that came from my sadness
every day I get more fear
that changes in phobias and leaves me full of loneliness.

I will wait for you forever if I have to
I will hit this loneliness and all my fears
my dreams will come true one day
and this rain will be not sad but happy tears.
I wish that you were real.
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