Every now and then
My lungs morph into cement
It's so hard to breathe
And the tears run free
There are no sound out of my mouth
No cry for help to be found
Is a silent pain
A little death of soul
And my lungs are so heavy
I might just let it go

- the longest nights are the ones I can't breathe through

Thank you
Hello Poetry
for this
creative outlet
to grow as
a writer

dear someone I love,
i'm so angry
maybe not at you but at myself
because you didnt reciprocate my love for you
your love was lust
but the way you kissed me I swear you loved me back
but all this talk
all these comments
were just a desire to be something other than lovers
and it hurt... hurts, so bad
because I think I did love you
you were like a day off from work for the first time in months
a sip of orange juice in the morning
a stormy day after it hadnt rained for too long
and I needed your desire
but you did not need mine
"I'm sorry. I didnt know"
neither did I.
why can't anyone love me and want me the way I do for them?
you'd cancel on me
and that's when i knew
you didnt, and dont, love me back
and you never will.

I used to wrap around myself
curled inward and broken
compressed to my desires, spoken
to my loneliness

And then I met you.
                                                       and you.
                                                                                        and you.

But then I met fire
and tears
and rain
I met heartbreak
and sadness
I met immovable pain

now here I remain,
curled inward and broken
compressed to my desires,
returned home to

lonely.

In your arms, the smiles and the tears come easy
The kisses and cuddles are the very best breakfast
There is a comfort and joy after all this time that makes any delight seem minimal
This is it
Lunch, dinner and by far dessert , the very best
No matter where we are
No matter what hiccup or road block challenges us
Good Morning my love
Good Morning

C@rainbowchaser2021

You replaced the sun many years ago
An ideal apparition of you floating
My central perfection to dance around
A love that one could only dream about
Now I can only see you when I dream

The claws of fate play the harp beautifully
Leaving me often in shambles and unruly
To fantasies over adoration so wasted
The candles in my shrine now dust
The mechanics inside of me all rust

You brush the hair from her eyes
And lines grow and I go grey
This wound doesn't seem to heal
No matter how many times I've spun
Around you with your arms crossed