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midnight sun Dec 1
words, little do they seem to mean
for someone so big that not even one’s heart can bear
Carmen Jane Nov 18
This new tragedy
Of not seeing you daily
It's unbearable
Chezka Oct 5
Twelve months had passed,
I could still remember how it lasted.
It was a sudden goodbye,
Was your love a lie?

The pain seems endless,
My life seemed so meaningless.
What could be worse than being left alone?
Tell me, I want to hear it more.
So, I could understand how hard you fought,
For the love you were saying before.

So many questions in my mind,
Questions that gave doubt in my heart,
And then He came, gave answers
Answers to the questions I have been longing for.

He saved me.
Saved me from this mess,
Saved me from this chaos.
It was Him, my saviour, the greatest of all.
Kept me with His arms, embraced me with the warmth of His love.
even after everything
if i could go back
to the first moment we met
i wouldn't run
from the heartache
i'd only tell myself
just how worth it
you were.
- i don't know how to be me without you and it's terrifying.
i will risk it all again
just as easily
as you will walk away
i am in love
and you only love the dance.
- i'll never regret you but these feet are tired.
i said never again, but maybe this time
you would be different. maybe it would hurt less, when you handed my love back to me. maybe we were still made of stardust, desperate for another chance to make it. wanting to do better, to finish what we started. but you walked out the door and once again, i'm left alone with my ******* heart and the unwavering need to love that which can destroy me.
- i can't not love you but you **** me.
Ahnaf Apr 7

songs hurt

emotions flood my brain
I can't handle it
I used to not feel this way
songs used to lift my soul

but songs hurt

emotions claw at my brain
I can't do it anymore
I don't know when it happened
songs used to bring peace

but songs hurt

emotions metastasize like cancer
I can't even bear to think of it
I don't know how this happened
songs used to give me life

but songs hurt

and I can listen to them no longer
mads Jan 28
choke it down
don't think don't think
tell yourself it's no harm
don't think don't think
it makes me feel so gross
Little puppet was made
Like a fairy angel in shade
She was dressed in pink
And so was named Rosy in ink
Lime was her taste
Ants were her mates
Littering was her weakness
Loitering was her meanness
Eyes are red with blue *****
Life are blue with red falls
Ocean chiseled her heart
And purgation baked her to frost.
Now time has come for her
To let go off what is not hers.
But still the sculpture is busy
And her emotion is again in fussy.
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