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Robin Lemmen Aug 2018
Our entire relationship I felt
like all I was doing
was waiting for you and I to break
like goodbye was only one kiss away

And when I finally started feeling
like maybe, just maybe
we would prove ourselves wrong
you left me in shambles on the floor
shards of our favorite memories
cutting deep and letting me bleed
flowers painted red

I can't seem to escape
everything feels laced
with your winter remnants
blooming a stark white contrast
to my deep dark wounds
leaving broken roses everywhere
lmbf Mar 2018
I can't write for you anymore.
Yes, I have hundreds of loosely scrawled letters written, typed, stored in one or three or five of the books I've taken over five years in a milk crate from city to state to small town and back again.
Yes, it took me an arm, a leg and a misguided rebound to get over you
But alas, here we are.
Yes, I know you won't miss me - though I know at one point you did care
But it's time for us to say goodbye.

I will dot the period, not the semicolon
(like you did a million years ago)
Seal the last letter with a smile
And never turn back.

Not until my teens ask me, "Mama, who were you before the world broke its promises?"
Will I pull out the milk crate
Filled with loosely scrawled letters written, typed, stored
And talk about the curly-haired blonde boy who first broke my heart.
Tiffany Aug 2014
Now let the rain fall down
Just as my tears use to
And let the oceans rise
Wash away the thoughts of you

Take away the memories
Of all the things you said
Of all the things we did
Erase them from my head

As long as you're still here
I'll spend my sleepless nights
Plagued by the image of you
And all those senseless fights

Replace your velvet voice
With the thunder claps
And blind my sight to you
With the lightning flash

I'm moving on now
With the crashing waves
So let the waters flood
And send me to my grave
Robin Lemmen Aug 2018
Losing is a game I have mastered
I win each and every time
When it comes to us
Battle wounds won't heal
If you keep pouring salt into them
I feel so lost and I so strongly wish to be found
I keep hanging onto memories
Because at a time when I was most unsure
And feeling like I had no clue
Who I was or what it was I needed to do
You made me feel safe and you felt like home
It didn't matter how little I understood
About the world around me
You made me feel like I was enough
Like I had a safe space to come back to
You were the only person I have ever
Felt that way with
So when you left so did safety and belonging
And ever since that day
I have been screaming your name
In silence to myself
As if somehow that would make you reappear
But it doesn't
It never will
It only makes me feel more lost and like
Nothing I ever do will be good enough
I want to so badly, but darling
I just can't seem to let you go
Robin Lemmen Aug 2018
Let's consider our ending a sunset
Something beautiful not simply painful and sad
Let's consider our ending the sun going under to find a home once more
Let's consider our ending a new beginning
Regardless of if we need it or even want it
Let's consider our last goodbye the opportunity a fallen star
Giving birth to a new day, a new love, a new life
And let's consider our ending the moon falling over us like a warm blanket
A lonely companion through the night as we try and heal these wounds
And perhaps, if all is meant to be we will meet again
And we can consider the sunset not the ending but a beginning
Arianna Oct 2018
Drifting daydreams:
Of cotton snow and you,
Of the lazy daisy Delta blues
On honeysuckle afternoons;

Those heart-of-August, bluebell eves
Blooming powdery and warm
Around the magnolia tree
Where together, in time,
We’d have placed candles
And fairy offerings.

Now the years blossom long between us,
Though your fingerprints I see
Still peppering the dust
Strewn over the piano keys;
Your hands haunting:
Ghosts of a waltz,
Dancing rosy gymnopédies ⸺

How I held them dear!

Good times ⸺

A clair de lune rhapsody.
Picking memories from my garden,
And gathering them in a bouquet for you. :-)

"Gymnopédie No. 1" by Erik Satie: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eMnxjdGTK4w

Also, "Clair de Lune" by Claude Debussy
Jeff Gaines Jul 2018
Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterwards (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. I will be building my Author page tonight (12/21/2018) and my website finished first thing Monday!

Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!

                                Big, Biggest Love,

                                               Jeff Gaines
As I mentioned above, this is my personal coming-of-age story. It is non-fiction and a bit of a roller coaster ride, telling the tale of my first Love. I hope you enjoy it.
Abigail Hobbs Apr 2018
Love was knowing our first touch
in that dimly lit room
just the two of us
and the sound of quiet charm
your lips meeting mine
and the way you gazed at me
Love was knowing you were there
Love was just the two of us
and our delicate touch
Love was...
You.

Love was not this taste of leftovers
or my tears falling to my lips
or the way I crave a delicate touch
and the safety of your arms
or the comfort of your warmth
Love was not the way you abandoned ship
Love was not supposed to be like this
Love was to be around you
Love was how I fit with someone I barely knew
Love was...
You.
2/8/18
Robin Lemmen Aug 2018
There will never be anyone like you
Broken by the world, mended by pretend
Nobody like you, a mirror passed and disgraced
Someone who can hold me while I cry
The same way you did, without asking why
Understanding the battles I fight
To keep from breathing smoke
To keep from drinking fire
Please come back
I know we could
Everyone makes mistakes
Let this be yours
Nowan Jun 2015
Here I am in my room
Crying and feeling alone
Looking for someone to help me
But no one wants to comfort me


Lots of things in my head
Don’t even know what to do
All I want is to get rid of you in my head
But my heart doesn’t want to do


I want to move forward
To see what’s on the future
But it seems I’m moving backward
Because facing the future is like a torture


I feel like my heart is full of wounds
I’m trying to heal it but I don’t know how
I feel like I’m drown
But I’m trying to save myself somehow


All I want to remember is our happy memories
But my mind refusing it
All I want is to love you
And my heart can’t refuse it


It seems that you are happy now
But I’m still living in the past
You are healed right now
While I am full of scars


Fair is not for us
You smile and I cry
Fair is not for us
You already have and I’ll try


You are my first and I’m your fourth
I’m trying to get used of it and you’re a pro
I love you ever with for
But for you it faded like a pro


You are my treasure
But I’m not your precious
You are my moonstone
But for you I’m your bloodstone


You are the reason of my happiness
You make me smile in a blink
You are the reason of my sadness
You make me cry in a second


I’m living now in a world with no hue
Because I’m not with you anymore
My life is in a mess because of you
Because I don’t wanna leave you anymore


They say find another man
But I won’t do that just to forget you
They say you are not worth it, ****!
But for me my heart belongs to you


J is my earthquake
You shook my world with high intensity
R is my typhoon
You blew my happiness suddenly
First Scar is a poem filled with sadness and pain. To the people out there just like me (brokenhearted), I feel you and don't worry you're not the only one whose suffering :'(
Every day when I see you,
My heart does a little dance,
But it also cries out in pain,
We will never be more than friends.
I fell in love with my best friend, not an uncommon thing. She does not feel the same way as I do.
maria Sep 2018
i hope one day you learn to look into the corners and see that the webs were not cobwebs brought about by the lengthy days we had. they are strings painstakingly spun through the tough yet beautiful years that we have, all of those keeping me tethered to you. i hope you learn to read between the letters and the lines, that each one was made as a puzzle for you. i hope that one day you will learn that i cared about you as much as you cared about me. now that it's all over, i hope that you learn that my love does not lie in the open. you know how secretive i am. i would not leave the thing i value the most out in the open, just for people to try and take it from me. no, this is why you thought i never cared. i hope you bothered looking under your pillow or in the books i lent to you. it is in the ruffled sheets of our nights and mornings together. i slipped my smile for you in every single one of the pages i dog-eared for you. i hope you found it at 2 am, in the mornings with me. it was in my sleepy kisses and the way i huddled close against you. i hope you felt it in the way i ran back to you, every single time, when my rain poured only for you. i hope you hear it in all of my playlists about you that i never told you about. i hope you heard it in my giggling to the silliest things you said, and i hope you unraveled it in the way every single night i hugged you good-bye. i hope you felt it in our goofy dancing under the stars, eighteen kilometers apart. not far, but not close enough. i hope you realized it was in my tears, till the very last time i tried to fight for us. i hope you felt it in the way i gripped your hand as we walked a moon-lit street, and i hope you remember it in the way i asked for your embrace for the last time. to be perfectly candid, i was so nervous that night, but the way you held me, as it always did, calmed me down. i will always remember how you smelled that night, like sunshine, and you walked like it too. you brought me home that day, and i asked you one last time if you still loved me. i hope you heard it in my silence, anxious yet relieved, when only nothingness filled the car on the way to my front porch. i wondered why the silence was deafening even when there were no words uttered, even though my world was crumbling down under the tires of your car.
Jarene Jun 2018
i never thought i would be able to fall in love
ever
physically or emotionally
extreme vulnerability
was an absurd concept
in my mind
but i jumped
took a leap of faith
into the abyss of impossibilities
and free fell
right into the safety net
created by your arms
the tenderness of our fingers intertwined
soon became my life vest
if these feelings were to suffocate me
you would pull me back to the surface
and revive me
with the purity of your breath
i would always be okay
because i loved you
i love you
i still love you.
this love
that i try so hard to make evaporate into the nothingness
never fails to find a way to come pouring back into me
you took your full name
and engraved it into my soul
so there it stays
like a ball and chain
always reminding me of what could have been
Jamie Lee Oct 2018
In the first appearance,
of those piercing blue eyes,
my world expanded,
as you so selfishly loved me.

Without any understanding,
of my own selfishness,
we took our first steps,
into a new adventure.

Challenges and triumphs,
we faced them both;
yet it made no difference,
when the end arrived.

Three years of memories,
lessons, and growth.
You have changed,
and I have changed.

Our time has come,
to take our own paths.
Our shared journey,
was that of its own.

The absence of you,
within my life,
will never exist,
within my heart.
PlaneJane Dec 2018
We're both staring at the T.V.
But we don't see the same thing
Yea, we're both watching National Geographic
But I'm looking at a pond
And you're looking at the sea.
We're both staring at the T.V.
But we don't feel the same thing.
You're moved by the ways of Mother Earth
I'm unbothered, cold as a winter day's dirt.
We're both staring at the T.V.
But we don't hear the same thing.
You're at peace with nature
I'm a freak of nature
The wind is calm to you
While to me they're spinning and breaking at different magnitudes




Baby we're both in this bed but we don't see the same thing.
You're hot.
I'm not.
We're in this bed but we don't feel the same thing.
You're cold.
I'm cold.
We're in this same bed but you don't hear what I hear.
Your distant.
I'm Reminiscent.
I wanted you every time
But my body was not yours and yours was not of mine.
I can remember that first time
Natural lubricant and still your love was dry.
Were you in me?
Or in her because I saw no compassion in your eyes.
Bittersweet this moment, because you were someone special
my first love and first time.
Oh how I was disposable.
Controllable, foldable, moldable
Emotional.
We were in the same bed, but we didn't want to watch the same thing.
Marissa Aug 2017
I still think about you sometimes
I'll still glance at your house when I pass by your road
I'll still hope you're safe when I hear the lightning strike
I'll still answer the phone when you call at 4am and I'm drunk
Or maybe, sometimes, even when I'm not
You'll always be my first love
And I'll always hope you'll never forget me
The best part of the school year was sitting behind Sarah. She wrote with the best handwriting, especially as my eyes copied her test. I would rove with my eyes, inconspicuously, at her paper. She was my conspirator with nice big round circles around the letters. It was a rush. It was like fishing up a river and all the fish jumping in the basket. For when she caught a king salmon, I caught one, too. In time I had a crush on her. Not because of fish and compassion. For she had such mystery behind those chocolates that melted my insides, and she was very tall like me. Plus she had heart, especially if I needed paper and pen, which was often. There were times she would watch me put my homework in my back pocket and hold a grin. I like that. Did I say she was cute? A few times we'd talk after class, and like a landed fish, I was biting on her hook. One day the rapids turned and I gathered all my pent up courage and asked her to the bunny hop. It would be fun, I pleaded. She looked back into my peering eyes, her lips a singing. Those black bears on the river standing watch, letting out a huge roar.

Logan Robertson

3/10/2019
Inspired from following a poetry contest at PS, titled a schooltime crush. I read all the entry's and it gave me the motivation to give it a try. Note-In this poems introduction I write how being the recepient of Sarah's windfall, where the river fish are jumping in my bssket so to speak. When she catches a big king I catch one. Of course I'm jesting in my writing. But to the black bears fishing the river, standing watch, are seeing that me and Sarah are getting closer they let out a roar in protest because more fish will soon be jumping into my basket. That's where my imagination takes me.
Lost Soul Sep 2018
I am broken
I cant be who you deserve
Its a fact I cant leave unspoken
I never wanted to be away from you
You were my escape, you reminded me the sky is still blue
I loved you
Or did I ? .... I feel like I used you
You were the temporary cure to my mental illness
I wouldn't spiral when I was with you
I wanted to make sure you would stay
So I gave you what I  thought you wanted ...... a kiss
To make sure we would be okay
That kiss ruined everything
I didn't realize you got attached
I'm not allowed to date, that's the thing
I tried to fix it
Make it not a big deal
But it was too late, I already hurt you
You wanted to be more
I'm such a fool, I had no clue
You'll never understand how much I wanted that too
I needed you
The rule is : I cant date cause I might get hurt , which in-turn hurt you and that hurt me
Its funny the thing that was supposed to prevent heartache, caused it
My pillow case was soaked more then the sea
Maybe if I ...?
I should have...?
I could have...?
My mind starts to spiral ,but your not here this time
I'm sinking deep in a hole
I know I cant climb
I stay up late thinking of you
My life will never be the same
You were my first love, kiss and heartache
I'm sorry we played this game
I'm sorry
My Midnight Snacc
sixpoetry Feb 23
two kids
young and dumb
chasing constellations
and the touch of their lover
wanting nothing more
than to fall off the map
and into the arms of each other
Carmen Jane Mar 19
How inocent,you looked my love
When you fell asleep next to me,
Did you know that you had an angelic face
When you are resting your eyelids,
That's why you allowed yourself
To fall asleep next to me?!
Did you know that I won't bare no more,
To see you like that,
And I would wake you with kisses
And surprise you with my tight embrace,
I would undress you of all your worries,
I would believe in a future for us,
I would believe in first love
That is meant to be for an eternity
I would trust you and let you enter my soul,
I would seal our love
With the strongest glue,
I would hold your angelic face
In my  fervent hands
And sink in the deep of your dark eyes,
Did you know?
Tolani Sep 2018
Love me first!
Why do you think I’m undeserving?
When have I ever deserted you?
I could never do you wrong.
Yet you don’t ever love me first.

You love and crave temporary people,
But I’ve been here all along offering what those people couldn’t, making promises and keeping them.
Yet still you can’t just love me first.

You want someone who knows you inside and out.
Here I am. Why don’t I count?
You want someone to give you unconditional love. I have tried for a lifetime, yet you reject it.

Stop giving titles to undeserving men.
I was your first love.
Or is my love not good enough? Not tangible enough? I can’t caress you like they can.
But I am real and I am here and I want to love you.

So please, let me love you and let yourself love me, first.
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