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She hates the way I talk,
She hates the way I walk,
She's acting like she's too good for me,
But I know the truth,

She says I broke her heart,
But I just figured out what kind of person she was,
She holds a grudge like it's all she has,
Made her pride her first choice,

All I have in my hand is a deck of card,
A knave for her queen of spades,
I will give and she will take,
It'll be a circle,
I'll be in pain,
She will never know what she is,

So I'll let her believe,
I did her wrong,
Until she realise what she had damaged,
Ignorance will be her punishment.
Friends to enemies / couples to enemies both work. Self-reflection is necessary. No one person is to blame.
Oct 2018 · 347
Forged From Fire
If loving you was a mistake,
Then I’d gladly go down in flames,
But like a phoenix,
I will rise through the ashes.

Either as the devil or the angel,
Either as a sinner or a saint,
I will hold you,
Until the end of our days.

And when it comes,
You can choose to be my salvation or my damnation,
But know that whatever the decision,
I will love you nonetheless.
Jul 2018 · 902
I'd Rather You Live
It's cold,
You'd always complain,
And I would put my arms around you,
And share with you my warmth.

But you're not here,
That's why I'm walking alone,
There's so much heat under my coat,
That I would love to give to you.

I wonder,
Are you cold?
Wherever you are, my dear,
Please don't be alone.

As much as I hope that it's me.
Who lit the fire,
And warmed you up,
Please don't die alone.
May 2018 · 327
The Things We Lost
I hated her,
And she must've hated me.

Otherwise, why would she leave?
With her bright smiles,
And twinkling eyes,
Her innocence.

I have jaded eyes,
My bones heavy,
I have seen the horrible,
The ugly,
The lie,
That comes from this world.

She has not.
She was still young,
She was still hopeful,
She was protected.

She, who's smiling in the picture,
She, who looked so much like me,
She, who was nothing like me.
Gone, and lost.

Tell me,
How do I get her back?
Tell me,
So I can build a time machine.
Tell me,
So I can be her again.
May 2018 · 187
Real or not Real?
It was a quiet night,
When I looked up,
At the glittering,
And sparkling sky.

It reminded me of you,
Of gentle smiles,
Of loving eyes,
Of warm hands.

But you were gone,
As soon as you came,
And I wondered,
Are you even real?

I’m going on limbs,
I’m tearing to pieces,
At the thought of you,
And how much I’m missing you.
May 2018 · 318
We Are What We Are
These are the words,
I etched upon my skin.
And these are the things,
That cannot stay.

Beauty, grace and all things commonplace.

So hold on to what we are,
Just in case we lose sight of it,
Because that's how life is,
And we are prone to omit,
These parts of ourselves,
into our own dark abyss.
May 2018 · 354
This is Not How We End
They were steps away from death,
The one who wants nothing more,
Than to die,
Pulled back.

"We were made for more than endings,
We will walk to the end,
When we have done our beginnings,
our middle,
and our living."

"Have we not done it?"
The other one asked,
Tears in her lovely eyes.

The one with the sad middle of a life,
Smiled bright and big,
"No we have not.
But we will."

And so, they stepped back,
To an uncertain future,
But to a very certain hope.
Dec 2017 · 381
In Restless Sleep
You weren’t here when I opened my eyes,
So I looked for you,
In the space where we breathed,
In the space where we do not,
You were still nowhere to be found.

And I realized,
You had never been here.

I was recalling a time,
A memory,
And a love song,
Where we had a happy ending.

But listen to me,
We never really did.
It’s amazing how I wrote this not because of myself but a ship

— The End —