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polina 1d
I have measured out my life with
the sadness I felt with every
One of your lying looks, your deceitful eyes that
Tell me the truth while you say you “love me”.

I have lived out my life hoping
that you could come around, whispering
Honeyed promises that I wish I could believe
But you’ve left me, and every moment of my life
Is now measured with the memory of you.
cowritten in english class with my friend lol
Lex 3d
do you love me?
or do you love me loving you.
do you care for me?
or do you just want me to care?
I don't know what's colder.
my arms held out, longing for embrace
or the feeling in my heart knowing it will never happen.
Syafie R Jan 16
You call me your dog,
your *****, your fool,
hurling words like stones
to shatter my heart.

I wag my tail anyway,
smiling through trembling lips,
fetching scraps of kindness
from the shadow of your hands.

You call me useless,
a beast beyond learning,
but I only want to please you—
to sit, to stay, to love.

Even as you turn away,
your voice cracking the whip,
I crawl through every wound,
bearing the weight of your name
like a leash around my soul.

For to be your dog
is still to be near you,
and I, the fool,
would bleed to feel you call me mine.
I cried so hard writing this poem. I'm deeply sorry for anyone who has ever felt the need to go to such painful lengths when loving someone. This is for you.
fay 5d
Captivated by the spell I was under,
And you were that sorcerer with the evil laughter.
But believe me, it was never my intention,
To fall under this illusion.

My friends been telling me to quit,
But I can't cause your acts are way so sweet.
Like an addict who can't resist,
The drug that shortens her life to exist.

It's been two years since I knew you by name,
And since then, I can't get you out of my brain.
It started off with a tease,
But I don't want to end it like this.

I love it boy when you are clingy,
I hate it when you're busy.
And you literally love it when I'm mad,
Every time you've done something bad.

I hate it at times when you ignore me, like hey!
Was it too selfish of me to ask for just a day?
And I miss those butterflies inside my little tummy,
Every time you're around with me, my dummy.

I guess, I still got tons of words left to say,
And to thank you in every other way,
But I'm afraid you cannot,
Read this peace of nut.

Because you see, it's 2:59
But you're still not mine.
All those years I've wonder,
What am I even to you? Oh brother!

I know this poem is so lousy,
Written by a girl, whose thoughts are so messy.
It's obvious, I'm no Edgar Allan Poe,
To write you a nice poem with words found under a toe.

But give me some time and light,
To gather all the courage and might.
And someday when our future is bright,
I might give this poem to you as a sweet delight.
〰 circa 2017 〰

my first poem. it's too chessy and cringe but i pulled an all nighter for this one and submitted it as school paper the very next day and got exempted for the finals lol
not my fave but it has its charms

and after years of no contact, this was supposed to be a gift for your birthday this year since things last time were a little serious and the future somehow seemed brighter or so we thought.
heck! we didn't even make it through last year's holiday season smh funny how we made plans to spend your vacation together. only to ghost each other and be back as strangers. without any words, you left me hanging again. it's too cruel.
and the history did repeat itself, right? it was all a vicious cycle. a never ending loop of hearbreaks. i told you so.

HBD!
may you find your happiness, your peace, your solace, your love.
may we never meet again 𔓘
The Haunting Jan 9
The river's water raising
as I dream of you lazing,
asleep in my arms
paddocks in the farm.
But the river's over-flowing
and bursts the dream glowing,
like the end life of helium balloons
snared trapped of a random raccoon.

I could only dream of your hands
softly touching my cheeks
warm, soft and ever so grand
but reality is so bleak.

And the storm arrives
finality of my life
as the thunder strikes
and destroys which creates....
The Haunting Jan 8
Love is scary
so awkward,
so dazzling
fascinating.
The anxiety
of the first kiss,
the comfort
holding her hand.
And there are those
who never approach,
They live so lonely
& heart-brokenly.
Never sharing a bed
emotions are bleeding,
Their dreams are dying.
dead poet Jan 6
saw this cute girl the other day…
while smoking a cigarette at my balcony:
i was hovering over the pathway  
she’d eventually cross,
like an apparition watching over
her resplendent ignorance.

she eventually did -
the cigarette, having not been ****** on
for a while, drooped like a limp ****
between my fingers;
i flicked the bud:
the ashes drifted away with the wind,
like confetti -
in the same direction she walked off
below -
as i watched from above.
Nyx Aria Jan 6
it aches and hurts,

my beating heart yearns;

the "what ifs" and hopes,

it longs for your empty words.
written on 05/30/2022
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