#heatbroken
Deep down
I was holding on tighter than I already knew I should.
Deep down
I was hoping that although it’s not forever now, maybe it would.
Deep down
I was praying that if you gave me the chance, I’d give you everything I could.
Deep down
I know I should’ve trusted my gut more.
Deep down
I know that I was just another girl for you to score.
Deep down
I know that I am broken to the core.
Nov 15, 2021
Nov 15, 2021 at 6:22 PM UTC
My foot is on your door
The other on mine
My ears on your lips
And my eyes on your heart
Tempting to stop myself
Crawling into you
My heart disagree
And take over my body
My soul
My deeds
At the end
I know your legs walking away
I know the language of your heart
I know the feeling of your eyes
And I can hardly climb up above
To escape from the black hole
Full of your sense.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 9:57 PM UTC
As I sit here and do nothing but wonder,
how could I let it get this far...
I wish I could've just told him how I felt about him still..
maybe im not in love with him, maybe im just in love with the feeling...
What if he still loves me...?
Do I really want to risk saying I need him back wall he's dating her?
Could I ever say I didn't mean any of it and that I hate him?
No, I could never hate him...
I could never hate you, Brown Eyes.
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC
You made my words crumble in front of me,
The way buildings would after an earthquake
I was afraid of the mess I would make,
So I tried to catch their residue in my hands
It's always a word, a slip up
That creates a mess
It just happens that my slip up,
Was the moment I uttered "I love you."
Then there it was --- the aftershock.
It felt as if I was trying to get out of a quicksand.
Grasping for the rope to save myself, but your words
Felt like the quicksand, dragging me down.
You are still my favorite memory,
Bringing me smile during the most unusual times.
But that smile fades as if washed away by the rain.
I'm afraid your memories are fading, turning pitch black.
The word "love" left a bittersweet taste in my mouth;
Twisting my tongue into knots yet filling me with emotions,
Emotions that urged me to give the best for you,
Even if it means to let you go.
You were the antibiotics I took as a child,
The aftertaste that lasted for years.
You are my first poem,
But I refuse to let you be my last.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
**"The last cigarette I had was with you."**
//
I took a hit from a cigarette and I never let the smoke out;
But now, ***i can't ******* breathe***.
My lungs are burning, i have to let it out.
it's not that easy, you know?
It's the only thing i have left of you, my dear.
And I can't simply let go of your presence that easily.
***Because you're in my **** system, and I can't get you out***
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 6:33 PM UTC