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I miss you, back when you were still young and innocent.
Your beautiful crooked white teeth are turning yellow,
your face is thinner, and you look older.
Is this part of growing up?
I would give anything to go back a few months.
Now I sit alone in the place where we laughed together every day.
Would things be any different if I was like you?
The habit I once thought was funny, I can’t stop doing now,
because it reminds me of you.
Please don’t turn your back on me.
If this is the only thing I can do to make you like me,
then I’ll never stop.
this is for my friend. i love you and I miss you
It’s hard to be different when you told me not to be like everyone else.
And now I look at you as you say these words,
your head in a cloud of smoke along with everyone else.
i hate being different
 Nov 2024 Vanita vats
Cyrus
Earth spins in warmth, a dance with the sun,
In golden rays, her heart is won.
But the moon, in silver, watches with care, Drawing tides, a love laid bare.

Though sunlight warms,
the moonlight sighs,
In quiet nights, their bond defies.
For in this celestial embrace, they know,
Earth loves the sun, but the moon loves so.
Its a story of moon….
She's quiet tonight
After our conversation
I had an opinion
Then she went quiet.
Her responses are weak
Her mannerisms timid
I can feel my anger building
But I internalise the demon.
I do not sleep well
Nor does she
I can hear her breathing
I know when she's asleep.
She wakes me unintentionally
I feel I barely slept
She apologises and leaves for work
While I listen to every footstep.
I cannot concentrate at work
Basic responses to trivial questions
I do just enough
To defer any suspicion.
I want her to say I'm wrong
That she doesn't agree
But she internalised her demon
Just like me.
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