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  Oct 2018 The Non-Poet
abbey
the words spilled from her mouth

here i sit,
as my best friend,
tells me
you have another.

i shouldn’t care.
but i do.

no matter how hard i try,
the poetry for you in which i write,
never ceases.
it just keeps pouring out of my soul.
it sometimes seems as if,
the poetry i write for you is what keeps my heart beating.
what keeps me breathing.

but now, what am i supposed to do?
her?
seriously?
do you think she will love you?
do you really think she will love you?
please tell me.

it’s hard to think of you with another
because we used to be so in love with each other.

it’s been a long time since we last spoke,
but it feels as if all the memories of us i have were just made yesterday.

you have another.
who will never,
ever,
love you in the way i could.

but my question for you is,
will you love her in the way you could towards me?
The Non-Poet Oct 2018
i feel myself awaken
from this syrup-like slumber
i rub my eyes and look around
sighing that there's another day ahead

i remember feeling your presence in my dreams
but i don't remember you speaking
or trying to get close to me
i don't even remember you being there at all
but nonetheless, i still felt you there

and that's the saddest thing of all, i think
because you no longer think of me
let alone dream
how long will you
haunt me in my dreams?
The Non-Poet Oct 2018
there's no step-by-step process
no matter how much i wish there was one

all i can do is
(1) learn from the relationship
(2) pick up the pieces of my heart
(3) give myself the love and space
that has been long overdue
(4) and forgive, both them and me
the world knows no one is perfect
  Sep 2018 The Non-Poet
Flame
You made out with her in front of my face
Instead of being angry,
I wonder,
What I did
To make you hurt me like this
  Sep 2018 The Non-Poet
Özcan Sh
A song played on the radio
She cried softly

I saw her tears
Fell from her eyes
Down to her cheeks

I collected her broke heart parts
Glued them together with love
Pulled her in my arms
Whispererd in her ear

Do not cry my little girl
Let me change your bad memory
Into a beautiful one.
  Sep 2018 The Non-Poet
Savannah
I like to think of you
little moments
and tiny things
Keep on thinking
so I think again

Laughing and smiling
Walking away
Keeping a good distance
Keeping a good pace

I have a headache
Thoughts are no good
yet not so bad
so maybe I should

A warm hand
A place I like to be
I like to be there only
If you're there with me

There you are in my head
Bursting at the seams
Get out, you funny friend
You devilish fiend

I love to think of you
Little moments
They mean everything
So I keep on thinking
And I think again
Thanks for reading
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