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I almost threw up when I saw her
Holding lightly to your arm
I could feel my heart
Rise up in my throat

When I remembered
You aren't mine.

I have no claim over you
You are not mine to love
If you really loved me
You would be here
And if I really loved you
I would be with you

But here we are
Not loving each other

With other people
Living lives separate from our designs
Perhaps this is how it has always meant to be
Perfect predestined love can't be predesigned
By humans with so many fatal flaws
I refuse to leave a life of innocence
A world of freedom and spontaneity
The future looks like a grim possibility
With myself as both the hero and the villain
Who can make or break reality
Into a story or a tragedy
pain strikes me as something beautiful
that hides in the guise of thorns
and thickets, and gnaws deep inside
of us
only to bring out the quintessence of
being alive, being unstoppable
in the face of suffering
First of many poems! Like Henri Rousseau I do this out of sheer love of the art no matter my inexperience. Tonight is a night of pain and hence the poem. I don't know how poems are usually laid out, to hell with structure and rules.  If you can write it, then write it haha
their words swirled in my head
and seeped into my whole
staying there for as long
as it wanted
for as long as I seek it
ruining me beat by beat
of my shaking heart

alarming with its power
destructive in its influence
those mere slips of tongue
feasted on my fears
leaving me with nothing
but my cowardice
for all to see
I just have a few words for you.

You hurt her
I hurt you.

You make her cry
I break your face.

You break her Heart
I will fight until the ends of the earth to get to you
and then I will bring you to her put you on your knees
Apologize for every tear you made her cry, every part of her body you might have touched.

For every time she forgave you, for every second she spent on you
For every time you made her think you were the one.

Then I will take you to meat shop cover you in meat and throw you in a dog pound.

Then I will comfort her and take her to get ice cream and make her feel like the Amazing girl she is.

SO THIS IN MY WARNING!!
HURT HER AND I HURT YOU
No if, ands, or but's about it.
I mean it!
Creep you are my little sister and I mean every word of this.
*Pulls you from Kiyuki, looks him over and puts you back in his arms*
He's seems okay to me, but I mean it.
How long do I need to wait?

I've been here for a year
With my heart in my hand
And nothing more to offer.

How long do I wait?

Until you notice me.

How long still,
Would I have to believe
That you are going to be mine?

How long do you think it'll be
Till I give up?

And how long would it take
For you to begin to miss me?

How long?
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