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I missed our fights,
Dark hours and endless nights,
And finally, our poetic moments
If time could return,
I would choose you even harder,
Etching you deeper into the core of my soul
I miss you 💔
alex Aug 12
We think we have so much of it.
So, day by day,
we wait.
We wander aimlessly.
We unconsciously waste.

We live quiet,
muted little lives,
always looking forward—
but never far enough
to see what could be.

But we have two lives.
The second—
it begins
the moment we realise
we only get one.

So, carpe diem.

Because the graveyards
are full of tormented souls
who thought
they had more time.
girlinflames Sep 7
When I read
poems from the past,
I barely understand them.

I try, yes—
but they are minds
from another time.

It takes time
to connect with them.

Then I imagine myself:
will they, in the future,
read the poems I write to you
and understand
anything at all?
Devouring cigar after cigar,
with sad music playing
in the background,
and an old picture of you
glowing through my screen

What have I done so perfectly
to be trapped in
this heavenly lifetime
with your love?

I stare at your picture,
weeping from longing and love,
calling you,
wanting you,
yearning for a miracle that
would gather us
and breathe life
back into our love

What terrifies me is that
you are no longer here…
but I am going to ink your name
into my blood,
to keep you alive within me—
physically and mentally

I want to draw you on my skin
so I will never escape you,
never recover from you
So that each time
my eyes fall upon this tattoo,
etched just above my heart,
I am reminded that I belong to you…
even if you are unaware of it,
or choose to ignore it
or simply do not want it
And I am ready to die
a thousand light-years
for you

But before that,
I am on the verge of completing
all those acts lovers commit
when they defy every boundary
for the sake of love
And after this tattoo,
only one thing will remain—
publishing the book
I am now writing for you,
About Daniel
28/11/2020

I love you now,
and in the afterlife

Your wife,
Nicole
Esther Aug 11
i got addicted to the emotional roller coaster

now i can't find my balance on steady ground

high hopes and low blows

love bombed me like the fireworks on your birthday

and you convinced me that wasn't the case

but who talks rings and cradles

when my hands have barely touched your soul?

we were still strangers

i should've known

i showed you the demons from my past

you swore you wouldn't hurt me like that

but you went on and did exactly just that

you left me high and dry

abandoned me without a trace

never any rhyme or reason

i made peace without closure

you tucked your tail between your legs

and ran like a scared little boy at the first sign of danger

then of course

just like clockwork

you came crawling back

begging for forgiveness

begging for my hand again

begging for love

but i've already given it to someone else

and unlike you

i have no regrets

because i would rather sit by a warm log fire on a winter's eve

than to shiver at explosive fireworks in the night sky

on any given day
𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘶𝘯-𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 // 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭
Kyla Aug 10
we spoke, i thought,
in time until;
you love me,
you say it,
we marry,
you’re mine

now only i measure
in time since;
you said it wasn’t right,
you left,
i was not alone,
you were mine.

i measure life in time until i forget you.
I had A dream,
I watched,
As it faded away,
My time moves on,
This moment tomorrow,
Will be known, as yesterday.
We should not expect, every thought,
Will become, real and true,
There is only, one thing we can count on,
Ourselves, what we do.
Most dreams, we picture other people too,
Sometimes, it takes longer to realize,
They are not on the same page, as you.
Should I just give up hope, turn away,
Or call it a learning experience,
Back to dreaming, today.

                          The original Tom Maxwell© 1/1/2021 A.D. 3:30 PM
markybiz Aug 10
Loved her in a language i know
Was not rewarding yet fulfilling
This feeling might be fleeting
Yet this fire still grow

As seasons changed
The flame didn't fade
It still continues to grow
Burns my whole life till i never know

Though this life have been scorched
Enveloped by the flames which i hold true
As this feeling soared
Hope that one day would not end in rue
Unrequited Love
Time Passing By
Existential Dread
Bojana Aug 9
Green grass,
the scent and colors of wildflowers,
and on the face, a smile that remembers springtimes
while the sun gently caresses them
and bathes them in its warmth.

White daisies
dance proudly in the breeze
as if to say:
we are happy just as we are,
and need nothing more.

Summer’s heat weaves its fingers
and adds a shade of yellow
to the canvas of beautiful plants,
excessive and merciless,
while they beg for the last drops of rain.

Something has grown quiet.
Looking at those once-lovely blades of grass
I now see
an invisible thread that binds us
in the whirlpool of memories.
At times, a weary smile appears,
accompanied by restless longing.
A reflection on how joy arrives and goes, on the passing of youth and innosence and the quiet longing for moments that slipped away. 🥹
athomk Aug 9
no time, no tears
i paused from the lack of you
Originally a blackout poem
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