#lovehurt
i like how your eyes react when they meet mine
But i can't have you...
i love how we have those little moments together
but i can't have you...
i want to touch you every single moment
but i can't have you...
when your finger traced a small part of my body
i melt with desire...longing for more...
but i can't have you...
i want you
but you will never be mine...
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
Be her peace no matter what happens
Be the one whom she can lean on
When times are hard and nobody
Is there for her
can you promise that you will
Stay
Can you do everything for her
Because she needs someone
Who can bring her light back
When the darkest hour come
Promise her that you will be her light
She will find the way
Towards you
Be her peace, and she will be your queen
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
She was fed by the cold winter
Embraced by the solemnity of Christmas
Held high praises for few coins;
Love is an art and she's an empty canvass.
Virile man in between her surge warmth
First love, first apprehension
She was a sophomore at hurt
Tears wont last at eyes, although she cried.
Lips with wounds, sinewy expectations
Stars may vary and bring misfortune
She carried them all, pulled the shroud
And dreamt of sailing to the moon
Euphoria filled her empty stomach
She accepts men with sheer delight
For they bring fortunes in her pocket, her body-
She sell, they savour with relish at night.
Father, mother, brother, and sister
She no longer quenches hurt with love
She wrote; loitering on her desk
She gained prowess from prosperous letters
She writes at a blank world, but pretentious
Papers-- she tends to write for the world
Wishes to impress it by her perplexed concepts
Of love and hurt, For it to give her more.
She deserved more.
S t i. t c h
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
You tore my heart in half
Folded it first
and ripped it
for symmetry
My equally divided heart
in each of your hands
slips slowly
to the floor
where you stomp on it
Jump up
and
down
on it
Do a little dance
get down tonight
Smashing it
like a spent cigarette
But you pick it up
Oh my
To flap jack it
into a
butter churn
Where you
pulverize it
painstakingly
to butter
Drawing it out
wiith a knife
you slather it on
a *******
and eat it.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
I hate when I over sleep, I hate when I don't sleep enough. Because one reminds me of you, while the other is just of us. Your stain on my pillow, but you haven't been here for weeks. the stains on my pillow, I'm talking about the tears running down my cheeks.
-lexandra
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
It hurts to love you
because every breath I take
marks a moment you
are closer to your last one
and my lungs can't take
that truth. It hurts to love you
because my arms lie
aching at my sides every
moment they could be
holding you, and the weight of
that is somehow more
than I can take. It hurts to
love you because my
brain is leaning so fully
on something that is
not even mine that I both
long for and hate who
I might have been (Who was I?)
before.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC