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Hriday Shah Sep 17
You treated me like I was your toy,
I had plans to become your boy,
I thought of what all,
But never imagined this fall.

The fall of our love,
The fall I will serve,
This isn’t what I deserve,
I thought our love could preserve.

Yet we are standing here,
With eyes full of tears,
We could have been peers,
If you had kept me as your dear.

Instead, you asked me to help you,
I thought this was to grow closer,
But you were just my player,
and your game ---a love slayer.

I would give you that,
You are a very good liar,
And I am just a cryer,
Now start finding your new buyer


Wrong is what I am not,
for even after your plot
My heart still loves you,
All it is perceives blue.

Are you happy now,
After treating me like a cow,
Is your personal vendetta complete,
can I find someone else to please.

But I will still ask you,
Why did you choose me,
What made me a key,
What is that you plea?

When I see your photo,
Tears fill my eyes,
my hairs start to rise,
While my mind still ask---
“Why me?”

My love for you was true
But you treated me like your crew
Now I need something strong to brew
To forget that you ever flew
Hriday Shah Sep 17
How do I stop loving?
How can I stop caring?
I love you too much ---
More than you could ever touch.

I am a wounded soldier,
Wounded with your love.
But I don’t have anyone’s shoulder ---
Is this what love does?

The thought of you makes me cry,
And I weep till my eyes are dry,
Now I seek your refuge,
And defeat I refuse.

All my friends tell me to stop
They say my love must drop
But here I stand,
With obsession I can’t withstand.

Why is god testing me,
Now all is wasting me,
I shouldn’t have seen your face,
Because nothing went at my pace.

For you I was always there,
And I know once you used to care,
But what went wrong along the way?
Now all I do is wait for you at the bay,

The bay for hope,
The bay I used to cope.
Cause now I know for sure,
My love for you is nothing but pure.

May thou himself answer this ---
What is that I can do to achieve your kiss?
I waited for you all night,
Helped you when the sky went black from white.

It’s okay If I don’t find your love,
Despite how deep I have dove,
I need you to answer these questions:
Is it me you ever wanted, or was it always you?

What is wrong in what I painted?
I said yes to everything you asked,
While this is what you masked,
A hate that forever will last.

Was this all to use me?
This is my final plea.
I did all that for our love,
Those sleepless nights for you to come.

Now it seems to me
you wanted me for your personal greed,
For when you were in need,
But now left me stranded,
After I gave you everything you demanded.

Is there any way for me to get you now.
Any dirt left to plow?
Let me do that too now,
What is that I have anyhow.

How do I stop loving?
How can I stop caring?
I love you too much ---
More than you could ever touch.
Hriday Shah Sep 17
Thank you for everything,
Even though I didn’t receive anything,
I loved the time we spent
For what it was meant.

Even though your distance hurts me
I will be the first one to say
You taught me how to find the way
When my heart was mercilessly slayed

I forgive you; I still love you,
But, for what is worth,
You were my new birth,
A birth to new life,
One where I became invincible for life.

Your heartbreak made me strong,
Made me realize where I went wrong,
Now I know what do,
When someone leaves me like you.

Thank you for what time we spent
The sleepless wide awake
I know you thought about me once
But I remember you with every pulse
Your sweat memories,
Are stored like documentaries;
Your joyful laughter,
Is what I am still after.

However, distanced we are,
Just remember I am not far,
If u need a friend in the middle of the night,
Call me and I will be as ready as a knight.

I know we can’t amend the past,
I know you treat me like I am your past,
You don’t even see me anymore,
Then what do the late-night talks for?

Girl all you gave me was hatred,
But this was my heart’s prize,
Or I shall say price,
For loving you for the years I waited.

But in the end I thank you,
For everything you lead me too,
I am out of your sorrow,
And waiting for a stronger tomorrow.
Hriday Shah Sep 17
My dear heart
It’s time to be smart
She doesn’t like me
It is the only thing to see

Take my advice
We need a break
From this constant affection
Cause it is becoming an addiction

If you don’t stop now
You will break once more
Trust me you don’t want to be
A sinking boat in the middle of a sea

A sea of lifeless hope
A sea you use to cope
The dream that she likes you
Is nothing but Deja Vu

Why do you still love her
She doesn’t want me as her lover
What is now left to uncover
Nothings is left to discover


My heart I know what you are
You are a naïve explorer
Waiting to be accepted by your lover
But that lover isn’t the one
This is what my love has done

I know she is priceless,
You think she can’t replace,
But she has replaced us---
From her life,
She doesn’t think it’s wise.

My boy Sit tight,
As I am finding someone right
Someone who can hold you
Someone who respects you

Closing the door,
Forgetting her,
Is all you can do,
Because see---
What her love turned into.

So, I tell you one last time
Remove her from your mind
She was never your light—
just a shadow in your night.
NK Sep 16
oh September,
my September.

it’s that time again where my world is filled with the color orange.
the times I see the world in a vibrant hue through the youthful lenses of my eyes.
I carry the warmest smiles, though at times it’s only superficial.
yet, this year, I chose my color to be grey.
for no particular reason.
I think I’m growing fond of everything in between:
of nothing too scarce or nothing too much.

then I saw you.
you, who is the color orange.
what an odd thing to say.
i don’t like orange.

well, i think you're more of a grey than any other color.
you stand out and, at the same time, you don’t.
I got curious and maybe stared for a little too long.
then I saw it, orange.

oh september,
my september.

hi.
your smile is warm.
what makes you smile?

hi.
your eyes are sweet.
like freshly picked tangerines.

will I ever get the chance to see your world?
even if it’s just a page.
how does the sunset look when it’s reflected in your eyes?
is it lovely?

oh september,
my september.

it’s autumn somewhere.
my favourite season.
it’s such a shame there’s nothing like that in here.
I always long for autumn.

here, it’s always the rainy season, if not summer.
but my heart wonders how autumn feels.
then I saw you, by the window, and ****** that sun for shining too bright.

you, my autumn.
another beginning for my yearly bittersweet melancholy.
that hint of orange in your presence is enough for me to know,
even in my world of greys, my autumn will always come.

oh september,
my september.

everything and everyone is moving.
too quick, too fast, too much.
grey.

yet, you, my orange,
where do you look in world of greys?
what color catches your eyes?
is it pink? is it blue?
what is my hue to you?

oh september,
my september.

time is running out.
will I even get a chance to hear you speak my name across the room?
or will winter come, leaving you, my autumn?

the change is too quick.
you’ll just slip past by this chapter.
still, I want you to linger for a little longer
even if we remain strangers.

oh september,
My September.

there’s something missing in everything that I wrote.
my incomplete words are no better than strangers.
only I could fill in those blanks that you left unwritten.

after all, I was the only one in this love that is unrequited.
the only one who keeps on loving in autumn.
a love that doesn’t exist in your world.
He told me he liked me
while walking in gym
I knew that he did
but to shy to say I didn´t like him
there are pins on my bag
bright color in my hair
and I start to wonder
¨how could he be so unaware?¨
I thought I was obvious
I though I was clear
but now he thinks he´s in love with me,
a lesbian queer
Its been so awkward, we used to be really good friends but hes made it weird now :(
Jay Sep 13
Your face stays in the back of my mind day and night
but does mine?
Do you even notice me?
Lostling Sep 8
The greatest tragedy
Is that I'll keep loving you
Knowing you won't love me the same
But still hoping anyways
tòng: pain
Embryonic love is an iron box around the heart,
Any tiny shift in surroundings is arrhythmia.
I didn’t know what it was to
Bathe in the warmth of
A sunlight unceasing
Until that box came and closed off my arteries.

It is a shock to see you and I shiver with delight
But brittle, I cower from the painfully
Bright sight of your eminence.

I can forgive you your beauty, dearheart.
I cannot forgive the fear in that box.
And so I must overcome.

With a ship of cardboard and wax
Built out of hope that frailty
so despises. Journeying up and up

Burning when I draw near enough
to catch your unwittingly destructive
dismissal. Tumble tumble through
The atmosphere and gasp for
Air that isn’t present
And feel the iron box shrink
Shrink shrink and all at
Once it
ends
Jan Reest Aug 30
Like children,
we chased each other around this life —
a game of hide and seek.

Catching each other’s glimpses
in corridors and daydreams,
your smile kept me chasing,
and your voice kept me lucid.

You hid, and hid,
so I would seek you out;
and when I unraveled the curtain,
you weren’t there.

The promises we made
now live on as echoes in the dust.
The walls are my witness,
and the bruises are my alibi.
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