"abis" poems
Dark gray abis
you peer down
pure darkness
but out of the dark
shines a bright brilliant light
but here the catch
the abis is my life
and the light
well thats you
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
i know that there is no real way to tell, who you talk to, or what you say to them, and there is no real way to tell exactly how you feel about me, and there never will be.... im not sure how to feel right now, there is so much in my mind.... cramped up in the corner of my head, wanting to explode!
im lost and im misguided.. i feel unsafe and threatened.... and the only thing keeping me from getting lost in the dark abis of feelings, is you.
you are my rock, my mainstay, my everything. i know.... none of this will mean a thing when you move on from me, but i hope the least that will happen is you will always look back and say "she really did love me"
even better, i hope you never have to look back at what is written on the internet because that will always be the same, i hope that you will be able to look me in the eyes and say,
"i love you too."
i hope that one day when you miss me, you will be able to call me and tell me. better yet i hope that one day you will just be able to walk in the door and tell me crazy stories about how your day went. even if none of my dreams come true.... i hope that ill always have you <3
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 10:20 PM UTC
The fog
Now sets
On
This world
Of ours
Making
Your love
Fade
Into abis...
I'm losing
Sight
I'm losing
You
I'm losing
The beauty
I feel
In love
With...
Darling
My love
My eyes
To the
World...
I'm going
Blind...
But your
Beauty
I will always...
See...
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
It starts with drifting. Having no time for one another. Then it's a fight about how they didn't call or decided to go to their friends house instead of being with you. Words are spoken that have been bottled up for months, just building up; truths are revealed and tears are spilled. You go into a blind rage. Breaking everything that comes to your hand, ripping every picture up with him in it. You scream out into the empty abis about how you hate him and he was the worst. You no longer feel that empty hole that has been eating up at you for days, the feeling of him not loving you. It is only filled with hatred and fury. Then it hits you. You find your favorite sweater of his that you slept in every night to feel like he was holding you, the smell of his cologne that would cloud your mind, or the first love letter you wrote for him, but never gave because you were afraid that he didn't feel the same. Everything comes back in floods and flashes. How his hand fits perfectly in yours, his crocked smile, the way his eyes shined in the sunlight, how he wiped away the tears when your whole wold was falling apart. Then in that moment, your eyes blood red, tears soaking your face, you realize no one in the world could love you more than he ever did.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC