Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
#believed
The way I have dealt with my traumas Has varied. They have moved as swiftly As the seasons change, And have always adapted to the current climate in which I live. For a short while, I could pretend as though Nothing happened. I could pretend as though my pain was as Invisible as their ability to love me, And that I was as unaffected as An old oak that has weathered storms past. Then came my acceptance, and my fight. I fought. Hard. To be seen, and heard, and believed. But alas, this was not to be. It was then I learned, that sometimes silence is what is needed To weather a great storm. Then came the talking. With endless cups of coffee, And whistles that glowed in the dark, I learned what it truly meant to share my pain With one that would not tell my secrets. Who could not tell of the demons dancing throughout my head. To truly learn that trust can Also weather a great storm. Finally, has come nothingness. I try, desperately to forget the remaining threads that Tether me to my memories, Even when I still can’t sleep with my back away from a wall. It is not a time I wouldn’t be keen to forget. There is no storm worth remembering to weather. There is no storm worth remembering.
0
Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022 at 5:54 PM UTC
To Weather A Great Storm
I heard people say love makes you, no good. but never believed maybe I should. Loving you was like filling a *** with a hole at its bottom. I became the leaf and you become autumn. But now the pain evaporated and my eyes are open. confusion and all illusions are broken. now I know how to walk the right direction. for all my mistakes I have a way to correction. Soon this struggle will give me wings to fly. with a smile, all my tears will dry and from now on I will never cry.
0
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 3:24 AM UTC
Move on..
A true friend What I thought you were You pretended to be Was blind to your dark side Too long for me to see Not all are ******* Most of them girls are the same Some girls turn out different Treat like a proper dame Taken I thought that you were one of those Believed we were queens You left that royal treatment Somewhere in our teens
0
Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 10:10 PM UTC
Royal Treatment
But the boy told the girl, “I will always protect you.” And, for the first time, She believed him. The boy told the girl, “You are special.” And, for the first time, She believed him. The boy told the girl, “Your soul is made of pure gold.” And, for the first time, She believed him. The boy told the girl, “I love you.” And, for the first time, She believed him.
0
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
She Believed
YOU BELIEVED IN ME! I WONDER WHAT HAD YOU SEEN IN ME THE ULTIMATE ERROR, IF THERE’S SOMETHING IN ME OR THIS IS JUST A DESTINY IF IT’S PRE-WRITTEN TO BE THIS CLOSE OR JUST THE MATTER OF CHANCE DO YOU BELIEVE THIS! BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER HAPPENED TO ME.
0
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 3:06 PM UTC
BLESSED
you left me with nothing but the words i wished i would never hear. but yet i make excuses for you, in hopes that one day things will go as i had once believed.
0
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 1:00 AM UTC
you left me with a silence that is indescribable
slow train coming album ... .. . bob dylan ?
0
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC
Untitled
I believe that you're telling the truth, I believe you when you say, You're not talking to me, Because you're busy today. I believe you all the time, even when we fight, Because no matter what we went through, I always believed you were right. I believe you when you're smiling, The background noise fades out, Those eyes so calm and glistening, But the voices continue to shout. I believed you all this time, and yet when I thought we were fine, I look into the mirror, And realise we've already lost our time.
0
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 6:42 AM UTC
Believe - believed
if you were to ask me right now if i still loved you i would not be able to answer everyone who has asked me to this point has gotten the same answer i don't know maybe i do but in a different way i have no time to really assess if i still do you'd think after a few years declaring to all the world that i don't anymore you'd think that i mean it that i am sure now of what i say but there are moments that i question myself is everything i've denied actually true? there are days that i silently wish hundreds of thoughts rushing to try to become the one i deem best scenes i could probably write but deny myself the chance to i might never fully admit it but there are so many things that i want to tell you about like how my day went and interesting facts i found and that funny thing that happened like how some people stress me out and how i'm almost always angry and the feeling that my heart is giving out like how i miss you but i know that i can't keep a conversation going like how i want to cling while i'm also stepping away and on those days i understand that what i want to talk about is mildly intriguing barely enough to last more than an hour at best that we are both busy and too preoccupied with other matters almost drowning in a sea of responsibilities we cannot abandon that some things are better kept to myself because i know that they are of no importance to you and sometimes i fear that you feel the same way about me there are days that i want to keep trying i have no idea where that could take me if any of it is worth my time and my exhaustion but i still try still rack my brain for anything to say still try to find common ground when already we are bored of each other still stay up to talk even as my body groans in protest still support the things that you do and the choices that you make still understand why you shut me out when all i ever did was let you in still try to arrange meetings just for us so we can at least converse without the distance and on those days i don't get much i try to make excuses for it but i'm starting to lose ways to go around them because no matter how many times i try i find myself bearing more weight than you do i have learned to know when to stop initiating conversation i have learned that we are more different than we made out to be i have learned that i stay up far too late for a reply that will never come i have learned that my support isn't what you are looking for i have learned that you will never let me in i have learned that i will be waiting for nothing in the agreed meeting places there are days that i want to cave in i want to tell you of my hurt and hope that you can comfort me tell you about how hard it is to breathe sometimes tell you about the burden i should stop pretending i could tolerate tell you about the how it's gotten worse these past few months tell you about how i need something, someone to cling to tell you about how there are hard weeks that make me want to be held for a long time and on those days i close myself to the world choosing not to tell you any of that choosing not to tell anyone that because everyone else will worry fuss over me and try to convince me that things will be better because i know that you won't and i don't blame you i have been difficult and confusing and i seemed so intent on not healing but it would have been nice to know that you will be there for me trying to, at least there are days that i want to forget completely put in the past and never remember but they always haunt me always try to remind me of what was done like how you forget everything until the very last minute like how you put certain things before me time after time like how i let you choose even when it hurt me and on those days i knew how to accept i will always forgive even with the lack of an apology because who am i really to you? who am i to demand attention, to demand time? i have no right to it, that much i know so i forgive again and again always having hope for the next time around trying to drown out the voices that say that i am little more to you than something occasionally important because i know that it isn't true you can still remember little facts about me even when i've forgotten that i ever told you you can still see me in so many things that you always bring them up to me you can still stand by me as i make decisions that are particularly hard you can still talk to me despite the rift i caused you can still say that you are immensely proud of who i've become and sometimes, i think you you, who fought to save us, save what remnants of what we used to have you, who never hesitated to tell me i was important whenever i doubted it you, who would surprise me with small gestures that i would remember weeks after you, who found my stories amusing when very few others did you, who would read everything i wrote and believed in me more than i could and sometimes, i remember that i would probably go to the ends of the world to find someone who can be there for you listen to you and understand you and remind you to rest support you and give you feedback and get you smiling as much as possible someone to know all the little quirks and all the things that make you who you are someone to stay unlike the others who left i remember that they asked why i wanted to do that when i could be that for you i remember answering that there are things i cannot be for you and that there are things you cannot be for me i remember saying that you will always be that light i want to protect for you may surround yourself in shadow but i know of the flicker in you and there are things that i can never be sure about like the best times to talk or how to predict reactions from you but i am sure of one thing, at least i am sure that i will keep you and that i will try to make what we have better than what it is now i still don't have a clear answer for the question and i guess i will never have one for now, i hope that all i've said will be enough.
0
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 3:28 AM UTC
[ heavy ]
if you were to ask me right now if i still loved you i would not be able to answer everyone who has asked me to this point has gotten the same answer i don't know maybe i do but in a different way i have no time to really assess if i still do you'd think after a few years declaring to all the world that i don't anymore you'd think that i mean it that i am sure now of what i say but there are moments that i question myself is everything i've denied actually true? there are days that i silently wish hundreds of thoughts rushing to try to become the one i deem best scenes i could probably write but deny myself the chance to i might never fully admit it but there are so many things that i want to tell you about like how my day went and interesting facts i found and that funny thing that happened like how some people stress me out and how i'm almost always angry and the feeling that my heart is giving out like how i miss you but i know that i can't keep a conversation going like how i want to cling while i'm also stepping away and on those days i understand that what i want to talk about is mildly intriguing barely enough to last more than an hour at best that we are both busy and too preoccupied with other matters almost drowning in a sea of responsibilities we cannot abandon that some things are better kept to myself because i know that they are of no importance to you and sometimes i fear that you feel the same way about me there are days that i want to keep trying i have no idea where that could take me if any of it is worth my time and my exhaustion but i still try still rack my brain for anything to say still try to find common ground when already we are bored of each other still stay up to talk even as my body groans in protest still support the things that you do and the choices that you make still understand why you shut me out when all i ever did was let you in still try to arrange meetings just for us so we can at least converse without the distance and on those days i don't get much i try to make excuses for it but i'm starting to lose ways to go around them because no matter how many times i try i find myself bearing more weight than you do i have learned to know when to stop initiating conversation i have learned that we are more different than we made out to be i have learned that i stay up far too late for a reply that will never come i have learned that my support isn't what you are looking for i have learned that you will never let me in i have learned that i will be waiting for nothing in the agreed meeting places there are days that i want to cave in i want to tell you of my hurt and hope that you can comfort me tell you about how hard it is to breathe sometimes tell you about the burden i should stop pretending i could tolerate tell you about the how it's gotten worse these past few months tell you about how i need something, someone to cling to tell you about how there are hard weeks that make me want to be held for a long time and on those days i close myself to the world choosing not to tell you any of that choosing not to tell anyone that because everyone else will worry fuss over me and try to convince me that things will be better because i know that you won't and i don't blame you i have been difficult and confusing and i seemed so intent on not healing but it would have been nice to know that you will be there for me trying to, at least there are days that i want to forget completely put in the past and never remember but they always haunt me always try to remind me of what was done like how you forget everything until the very last minute like how you put certain things before me time after time like how i let you choose even when it hurt me and on those days i knew how to accept i will always forgive even with the lack of an apology because who am i really to you? who am i to demand attention, to demand time? i have no right to it, that much i know so i forgive again and again always having hope for the next time around trying to drown out the voices that say that i am little more to you than something occasionally important because i know that it isn't true you can still remember little facts about me even when i've forgotten that i ever told you you can still see me in so many things that you always bring them up to me you can still stand by me as i make decisions that are particularly hard you can still talk to me despite the rift i caused you can still say that you are immensely proud of who i've become and sometimes, i think you you, who fought to save us, save what remnants of what we used to have you, who never hesitated to tell me i was important whenever i doubted it you, who would surprise me with small gestures that i would remember weeks after you, who found my stories amusing when very few others did you, who would read everything i wrote and believed in me more than i could and sometimes, i remember that i would probably go to the ends of the world to find someone who can be there for you listen to you and understand you and remind you to rest support you and give you feedback and get you smiling as much as possible someone to know all the little quirks and all the things that make you who you are someone to stay unlike the others who left i remember that they asked why i wanted to do that when i could be that for you i remember answering that there are things i cannot be for you and that there are things you cannot be for me i remember saying that you will always be that light i want to protect for you may surround yourself in shadow but i know of the flicker in you and there are things that i can never be sure about like the best times to talk or how to predict reactions from you but i am sure of one thing, at least i am sure that i will keep you and that i will try to make what we have better than what it is now i still don't have a clear answer for the question and i guess i will never have one for now, i hope that all i've said will be enough.
Continue reading...
111
I wanted to believe you. I wanted to believe all the lies you told me. I knew you were lying. I knew from the beginning it was all just a game. But yet every time you whispered, Whispered into my ear how beautiful I am, I believed. Believed more than the last That someone like you Could ever care about me. But now I know. I don’t mean anything To you. I never did. Nor ever will.
0
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
Scott
They tell you there's a light at the end of the road They tell you there's a life for all those they've told They told me I'd be alright, all I had to do was breathe But I've been breathing since the day I was born And I can tell you it hasn't kept me "fine" They tell you I'm crazy, They tell you I'm lazy, but what they don't tell you is how I struggle to get out of bed what they don't tell you is how close to death I've been what they don't tell you is how strong I am. They told me it happens all the time, they told me soon the sun will shine they told me many things that were all lies. What they didn't tell me was that I was crazy, that I was lazy, Because what they told me was I would be fine. But all they've done is make me crazy, make me mad and desperate for relief from shame shame that I shouldn't have for needing help shame that I shouldn't have for bleeding out shame that I shouldn't have for opening up but it is a shame that I bear because they told you I was crazy and they told you I was shady. I'm just me. And I'm having trouble being that today. So please don't tell me that I'm crazy, because I'm actually quite nice I'm actually quite fun. If you'd bothered to get to know me you would have known all this stuff. But you didn't. Because you believed them when they told you I was crazy.
0
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
You believed them.
You swore you cared, I dared to believe you. How could I not? Your eyes twinkled too bright. I let you get to me, I wasn't ready to be hit with what was coming. I assured myself it wouldn't happen, we could find a way to stop it. You were the one I trusted, when my gut is the one that should be believed. How Careless To Have Cared So Much You swore you cared, I dared to think it to be truth. "You deserve better," everyone screamed so loudly my ears could bleed. I could have listened, took their advice and kept my heart to me. One day too soon, I saw what I knew but never wanted to actually see. Never again did I trust, yet my careless care has been placed in better hearts.
0
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Careless