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Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2018
Know I should be looking forward
Excited for what future will bring
I just can't get over you
Still jump when I hear my phone ring

I am sure you're walking straight ahead
Don't have time to turn around
I call your name, you don't look back
Hesitate, you don't make a sound

I have never felt so vulnerable
Or insecure, shaking with fear
In my eyes you are still a hero
Too trusting and naive to see clear

Doesn't matter how much you hurt me
I do not care what you say or do
Can't imagine being happy
With any other person but you
Written 1-26-13
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
I hate myself for blindly believing
Every word you said
For following you unquestionably
Eagerly going where I was led

I hate myself for my naivete
Thinking that you would stay
Never saw your true intentions
Now they're as clear as day

I hate myself for foolishly trusting you
Giving you all of my heart
Never should have depended on you
When I was breaking apart

I hate the way I easily let you in
Watched you rip me in two
Most of all I hate myself for
Falling in love with you
Written 3-27-13

This is one about my first serious boyfriend but I feel the same way today about my second haha, except I left instead of the other way around. I am angry at myself because I did know the kind of person he was, to some degree, and instead of staying away like i knew i should we became close and i was head over heels before you know it. Four years later i see that people rarely change
:(
Rezium May 2018
I'm questioning  me
To my understanding
To listen
To hear.
To comprehend.
The morality
Of reality.
Am I slipping through or am I phasing past?
Am I the first or just one of the last.
Together we fall, around sun and past the moon to our silence we withstand.


We aren't alone we stand United.
A force unbreakable
A veil inseparable
As you see
Broken we are
Stupid is we
No one said we were straight
We just contemplate
At our weight
At our fate
At out faith
Can we be
Can they change
From the error
Of our ways?



It's just us
No its them
They're the reason we can't think
You're the reason we can't trust
So who's to blame ?
Who's to claim?
The Shame
From their ways
That they claim
Was right
I can't change
Neither can they
Cause humans we are
We have all the flaws
No one was said to be the perfect
Not even in the eyes of God.
Sidetracked as this goes
This all goes with into one flow
The dead hideous
All hurendous , of course you can see
Are the out cast of this world
God I might hurl.
But the living is pure
They're as perfect as me
But why
Cause no ones as sane as the guy next to me
Cause they aren't as Holy as they seem to be
So dead as living and living as dead
Everyone's them
But the same in the end
This is where I (We) began and where I wrote.
mitus Mar 2018
i am SICK of myself for trusting you over and over
and over
and over
and over
and OVER AGAIN
i am SICK of all the lies i believed
i am SICK of the time wasted on you
i am SICK of wanting you
i am SICK of thinking and thinking and thinking
of what i could've done better
of what i messed up on
of what i did wrong
so can you PLEASE tell me
because i am just so sick of this
I am so tired.
Miss Me Dec 2017
The thoughts are present
  Of yesterday
The happiness we had
  In such a way
Then night came to bring
  A new day
It was then that the trust
  Slipped away
Trusting seems like a chase
mythie Dec 2017
[ Caution ]
[ Fragile ]

Our legs tangle together beneath tables.
Our smiles complete each other.
Your eyes are crystal blue.
Mine are a crimson red.

You reach over and caress my hand.
It feels good when you rub my knuckles.
You place a kiss.
It feels good.

But,
uneasy.

I love when you hold my waist.
We ballroom dance in the small kitchen space.
You rest your head on my thighs.
It feels nice.

You pull open my skin to look at my heart.
Your mouth gapes open.
Are you surprised to see it shattered apart?
It wasn't my choice, however.

Not mine,
not at all.

You hold red glass, cutting your skin.
Hurriedly you try to put them together.
I've been hurt before.
What's a little more?

Two pieces connect at the hip.
You smile through bloodied hands.
The pieces shiver in your touch.
You caress them with such compassion.

It stings,
but in a good way.

Slowly but surely, the pieces stick together.
A glass heart, torn at the seems.
You place it back, and stitch me up.
You smile at me, though your hands are scratched.

I kiss your wounds.
You cry for me.
I never believed in true love.
But this time, I'll give it a shot.
Sarah Isma Dec 2017
Sometimes
If the two poeple love each other
The’ll create their own fire
Of burning love, of powerful trust, of intense faith… and of hope,
And sometimes when the fire is ignited and they shine in ablaze of love and affection
The end always results in them of burning each other… and what makes of love always hurt…
But the question remains: would you burn for love?
Take risks and fall for them
and trust that they will catch you?
and that even if they don’t catch you, would you still fall again?



That’s what love does,
it breaks us, burns us
but just keep that hope and faith inside of you
Because you will be okay
and get back up and try again and again and again
and once you’ve met the one
then you will understand
why it never worked
with anyone else
you hate him, you hate him so much because every right he's done has always been wrong and you're much better off without him.. and months have passed and it's been quiet, you met Someone Else and it was calm. It became much calmer day after day until your acclaimed love finally burnt out... or was it alive ever? Someone Else left, and you kept wondering if this is it for you, that being alone is what you need... then you saw him again, just across the street to your house, and he has a *** of white lilies in his hand because he knows that's your favorite and you think to yourself. Maybe crazy is what it is and i hate him but that... that is why you love him, because he cares, and you understand why no one else was ever gonna replace him.

...
this is an old one i found in my book, i wished i still had that much faith.
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