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2.6k · Jul 2021
You Need To Do Better
Colin Jul 2021
I miss you but
you need to do better.
Sometimes at night I
think of you. I think of
the good times we had.
I think of the
hot sun on
our sweaty
Bodies. I think of the
bagels we shared. I think of the long
heartfelt  talks and I miss you. Usually
I don’t think of who you became. I don’t
think of the mean things you said behind
my back. I don’t think of the times you made
me feel worthless. I don’t think of the betrayal.
I don’t think of the person you have become. It's
funny how I only remember the good things when I
get nostalgic. How I remember the parties.
How I forget your immaturity.
How I remember the dreams we
Had. How I forget your artificial
Nature. At one time you were
Beautiful. At one time we were
happy together. At one time you were
the most important person in my life,
And even though you would never
share it                  with me,
I know I was       the same to you.
Then you            threw it all
Away. When           I gave you
The                     chance,
gave us               the chance,
to have                 it all back
You threw             it away. I
can’t keep            chasing you.
I can’t keep             expecting
you to                  change.
The                      truth is
         that I’m                  repulsed
                 by who you            have become.
                                 I’m        disgusted    by    your    weakness.
I wish I could say that I’m doing great without you,
But I’m not. And you’re not doing great without me.
I did everything I could. You have to try harder.
You Need To Do Better.
208 · Jun 2021
Ungrateful Eyes
Colin Jun 2021
And in our final moment
You stare into the void
With ungrateful eyes
And finally understand what it means to be
The idea of ungrateful eyes comes from a song by the same name written by Jon Bellion
119 · Apr 2021
A Cold War
Colin Apr 2021
A subtle stab
A pinching worry
that things will never be as they once were
A stab back
A guilty pleasure
knowing not what has just been done
A step away
A promise
that things will once again be right
A silent friend
A quiet whisper
out into the cold dead night
A soft grudge
A broken heart
beating itself up on behalf of a friend
A still breeze
A dead soldier
lying all alone on a field still even after death
A cold war
A dead redemption
Things will never be the same
100 · Apr 2021
The Little Boy and The Bay
Colin Apr 2021
The air is cool the water warm the sun begins to creep
beneath the vivid streak of light where it lies down to sleep
Behind the fading radiant ball, the stars begin to rise
The little boy lets out a yawn and rubs his dreary eyes
And with the stars, the moon comes up and stops to say hello
It fills the sky with humble light and shines a pretty glow
A boat sails by, it’s heading home
The crashing water starts to foam
And salty air comes from far out
He breathes it in and blows it out
The pleasant breeze it fills his lungs
The salty taste clings to his tongue
On his feet, the boy begins to feel the sand cool down
The air’s now cold against his skin and so he turns around
He walks along the damp and dreary shoreline on the beach
The light at home is not too far and right within his reach
He walks right up the cottage steps
His eyes feel as though they’re made of lead
He slumps himself right into bed
And drifts off into sleep
Colin Apr 2021
The Joys of Daily Existence

I love the rain
I hate the wind
love Summer, Autumn, Winter, and,
I hate those mid-day sunny showers
But I love Spring and I love flowers
I love pretty girls with curly hair
With eyes like gems and face so fair
I love strangers
I love friends
I love beginnings
But don’t hate ends
In every smile lies some pain
And every hardship harbors gain
I love tea and chocolate too
And you love me
And I love you

— The End —