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Riju Gupta Sep 2020
Blue screen
Red eyes
2am
Frowning with smile

Looking straight in her eyes
As he swipe through her profile
Switching app to app
To see her latest stride

Morning
At noon
Tired eyes
Still she is on mind

Follow, friend request or ping,
What should he do?
To let her know,
He too subsist

Nervous
Courageous
Full of Fear
Followed, requested and pinged too

Felt as a proposal
For her to choose
Between him and the other guys who send her posts too

Scrolling
Waiting
Updating
Thinking, he is ignored

He was being okay
But Phone chimed
Notifying “one new request”.

Happiness
Shaking breaths
Fear of uncertainness
As he opened,
Its her request

He accepted as soon as he can
Showing his keenness
Thinking to makes his move
Without caring if its too soon

Likes
Comments
Mutual friends
All know what it meant

He thought
Hi, hello or what up?
Before, he asks
“If she mind being on her what’s app?”

Stressed
Hope-full
Full of expectations
“Hey, how you doing?” He texted

In seconds
Phone chimed
It notified, she “posted a new picture”
He instantly commented and liked
Waiting for her to reply

Days passed
Likes, comments, content shared
But she didn’t replied
How she was?
And He thought
He was someone more

Another night

Red eyes
2am
And one more profile.
Virtual dating in todays world
Mitch Prax Sep 2020
I wish that
he could see
that she is tired
of fighting the tide.

I wish that
he could see
that she is barely
afloat anymore.

I wish that
he had saved
her from drowning
but he left her out at sea.

I wish that
his heart wasn't
shallow so that she
could have dived
into his
heart.
Jaxey Sep 2020
Tired of crying
tired of eating
but mostly my heart
is tired of beating
Claudius Sep 2020
"I am tired"
Yet I light the cigar again
"I am tired"
Yet I am five shots in again
"I am tired"
Yet I take another happy little pill too soon
I am starting to wonder what kind of tired I am
Struggling with addictions yet again
Myrrdin Aug 2020
I got tired of filling my gas tank
Seeing fences around fields
Driving a decaying highway
I woke up to the sound of a lawnmower
I thought about the grass
How it never gets to grow
I got tired of filling my gas tank
Just to go no where with you
Listening to apathy echo
From minds I never could change
I thought about the yesterdays
How I never got to grow.
TG Aug 2020
What if u are tired of hoping
Tired of your desires
Tired of trying
Tired of being excited
Tired of liking someone
Tired of waiting
Tired of empty promises
Tired of looking for someone special
Tired of going after your heart
I got so tired
I stopped believing in real love

What failure can do with your mind,
And all u wanted to do was to love...
That one day I got so tired of longing for someone that won´t love me as much as I can love him. I knew he wasn´t that into me, I knew I was wasting my time again and I knew that he wasn´t as serious as I was. That day I made a decision I only wanted to make if I found real love, but after so many empty promises and disapointments I dragged myself into an action that normally happens when 2 persons fall in love. Because I wanted to feel love but didn´t know how anymore so I flipped my standards for one day. Just to make the pain stop, with a little voice in the back that this will make me feel closer, this will bring me closer to love. But it only showed me even more that it is so incredibly important to receive the same love as the love that u have for that person,
Eve K Aug 2020
There's a man whose snoring next to me.
He's not my husband or my man.
But he is still there, snoring next to me.
Where did he come from, I wonder where.
He breathes in and out, soft sounds next to me.
The windows closed, he didn't come in through there.
Twitches his arm and leg right next to me
What a weird night, for a snoring man
To appear as I wake, just right next to me.
Bizarre!! Bizarre! I do say bizarre!
The sleeping man still next to me
Where do I go, what do I do?
With the snoring man right next to me.
Eve K Aug 2020
2AM. Anxiety rings
Insomnia with it, it brings
I wish to sleep, close my beaten
Eyes. My thoughts quieten, Retreat in
To the place where I no longer have to think
All the experiences of today and my past interlink
My subconscious taking over with pictures they slink
down into dreamworld I hope I'd go This time I think
But unfortunately, That's not the way it is.
So I lie awake in my bed.
Thoughts
Rushing
around
in my
head
inst
ea
d
This is getting ridiculous.... This is the 4th night in the row where I can't sleep...... 4th night in a row of 3 hours sleep... I just... want some unassisted sleep please....
Eve K Aug 2020
Pills on the table. Fallen over. Not up straight.
A glass of water, half full... or is it half empty?
Lying in bed, my chest aches, the weight
of the ****, of the fear of the....

Where do I go from here?
Feel sick, that twisted stomach, gut up in throat,
Knowing that there's something to say, something to hear,
Wanting to speak out, wanting to say wanting to....

Deep breathe, 1...2...3...1...2...
Can't get to three, minds wanderin'
again and again and again and....

Why do we find ourself here again... and... again... and again....
Stop. Breathe. Listen. Stop breathe listen stopbreathlisten sopibrethisten.....

Calm... calm... calm....
I can't I cant' Why can't I?
It's too much and I can't. I beg of you, I say I can't........

Where did my mind go today?
Where didn't my mind go today?
Why did my mind go today?
When will it come back?

It's easy, just think. Remember. The worst is over...
but why does this seem worse?
Why does this seem more difficult?

Is it because it's someone I loved?
Because it's someone who I thought loved me... for a time?
Is it because it happened under my nose, I didn't realise?
Is it because it's so insidious and the fear that stays in my chest, that's keeping me awake at night is real and I feel that I know the answer, the truth but I fear it?
(Or is it because it wasn't the only time?)

Let me let you in on a secret, the clowns that laugh in my head.
Yes... That laugh the eyes that float around.
The little girl singing those horror songs. Quiet but loud, the laughing,
The shouting,
The screaming,
The screaming,
THE SCREAMING....
It's not real. Or is it? No, I'm sure it's not!!!
It's definitely not, at leastI can tell the difference between whats real and what not real. Right. Thats what matters right? Thats what matters right? Thats what......
At least the **** doesn't affect me.
I don't know where I am. I feel like I'm going insane. I don't like this feeling. But I get I am triggered. I guess I am activated... But how do I leave this? Oh I do wish it would stop
Garrett Johnson Aug 2020
Like Paper cuts do.

I guess I wanted to know.
But I knew.
How so.
I mean...I guess that's how I always felt.
About those eyes.
Peering from across the room.



Garrett Johnson.
left alone for the spiral.
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