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Tiana Marie Apr 2018
Cupid is a hard worker.
He constantly juggles
the loved
the want-to-be-loved
the unloved
and the unlovable.

Cupid is a hard worker.
He constantly makes lots
of matches
of pairs
of duos
and of partners.

Cupid has his own heart.
Is he, himself, one of
the loved
the want-to-be-loved
the unloved
or the unlovable?

Cupid has his own heart.
Does he, too, have
a match
a pair
a duo
or a partner?

Cupid is a matchmaker.
He finds love for you and me,
and I can't help but wonder
if he's alone as alone can be.
linhp Jan 2018
sometimes, all you need is a listening ear
to speak the unspeakable

sometimes, all you need is a squeeze of the hand
to heal the unhealable

and i'll always love you
to love the unlovable
to love me.
When I am not capable of love.
Lexi Nov 2017
YOUR A **** UP

Disappointed.
Failure.
Hatred.
Unlovable.
Stupid.
Immature.
D­isgraceful.
**** UP.

There isn't any way around it. You are such a **** UP.
You ruined everything. Nothing is savable.
Where did you go so wrong?
How did you get caught?
******* it you stupid girl. Wake Up.
YOUR NOTHING.
You ****** up, now you must pay the consequences.
Whatever they may be.
Lexi Nov 2017
It is like

God must hate me

And after all

I have done

There's no way He could not.
victoria Oct 2017
Take out my bones and replace with lead

Strap me down on an iron bed

Wire me up
To the highest volt

Smell my flesh burn
I was born to revolt
Lexi Oct 2017
Again
Again
And again,
I believed it could be true
I let my imagination take over my mind
Leading me astray from the realities of this life.
Cold and alone
I sit with my eyes filled with tears
Tears I caused from my silly ignorance.
Again
And again
I believed he might love me
Like a father should
But like always
I'm left there sitting alone, hands shaking
and eyes raw.
Unlovable and out of reach
He holds the keys to my happiness
He holds me captive without even realizing
But again
And again
I let him rule over me
Unable to get up
I chose to dream.
Can you love me dad ?
Àŧùl Jul 2017
I* have understood
Over the last decade
That I'm unlovable
And an eternal failure

Only my parents care for me
First Gods they are for me

Truly selfless they have been
Really supportive in my life
Unwavering their commitment
They are the only permanence
H**urting them will be my sin
I may be unlovable for some people,
But for my parents I am the prime,
And I have truly realized it finally.

To hell with all those unfaithful lovers.

My HP Poem #1624
©Atul Kaushal
Jordon Rivir Jul 2017
I'm so accustomed to this sad heart of mine,
If it were whole, I may die.
The fear alone being full then drained,
I'm a prisoner to love,
Gold fashion, locks and chains.
I'll never speak of love.
Love has no face or name.
I'll never believe in love,
It will just cheat me again.
I'll never be in love,
Love is a losing game.
C. Tyler
Pauline Morris Jul 2017
To broken to be loved
To many sharp edges
I only make you bleed
Sadly the only thing that will fill the cracks
Is love it's self

©Pauline Russell
Kalvin Moon Apr 2017
When I wait for her, I wait patiently. I sit close to her eyes so my sight can be seen visibly. I don't beg for her attention but I try to engage in it.

It's her actions and movements that scare me the most when I'm caught on the unknown side of a river bank. I know her well enough to anticipate her every move but for some reason I'm nervous. I've kept my eye on her before but never like this.

Where she walks I follow, I gaze into the desert as if I've known this place all my life but this is our first acquaintance.

There's a time bomb strapped to her and I'm worried that she will take my heart to. I just need to see her justify herself, so that when I tell her we can no longer be together, she understands why.

Its a bolt action M16 pressed against my cheek. My sights are fixated upon a young afghan woman. She is thought to be a local terrorist.

We broke up.
A writing from the desert.
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