"hurted" poems
I hurted you
I lied to you
and that's something that I will forever regret
and I will have to live with it
I loved you
you was good to me
you opened up to me
you trusted me
and I made you regret it
I still love you
and love stays and fights
so that's what im doing
im fighting for you whom I love
Im not asking for you to forget what ive done to you
but I am asking for a Second chance
because IM SO SORRY
I don't know how many times I can say it
but its the truth
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC
“She couldn’t help for feeling a little sad,
for the wolf she had hurted so bad.”
- Staun
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
I am the girl no one knows.
The one who enters and exits the room in silence.
The one whose story is unknown and dull.
I am the girl no one knows.
The one whose voice sings in empty rooms and dances in the darkness of the night.
I am the girl whose lips have never been touch.
The girl whose hands have never been held.
I am the girl no one knows.
The one with a story paint by emotions and memories.
The girl with a future waiting to be painted, and a life waiting to be drawn.
I am the girl no one knows.
I have loved.
I have cried.
I have hurted.
I have been broken and belittle.
Made a warrior from the start.
Walked among strangers standing tall like a mountain.
I am the girl walking forward in this life.
The one who one day everyone will remember, but still wonder who she was.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
Crossing this path for the third time. God, I hope it's the last.
Sometimes I wish I knew what was in your mind.
Other times I just laugh.
Bethany, we have such a hard history. Childhood was a brawl.
I wish I had more compassion for you.
We were both so small.
Now here we are for the third time; oh what a shameful act.
Is it that we have too much pride?
Or perhaps it's a lack.
Oh, the horrors of family relations.
Oh, the binds that wound our salvation.
Oh, the lack of any sense.
Oh, the death of innocence.
Back at church camp, we did not know. We were caught unawares.
I ****** his **** (I had never before).
He kissed you on your nose.
I hear now he's engaged to a girl. I guess you won in the end.
But we both lost so much dignity.
He's still my Facebook friend.
Oh, we were so gullible.
Oh, it felt so horrible.
Oh, the lack of any sense.
Oh, the death of innocence.
Score number two was my fault, I guess. I loved him very well.
In middle school he called you his girl.
Now we're all going to Hell.
But in my defense, he was my first kiss.
He might have been yours as well.
I'm sorry, my sister, for liking his hair, and all the lies I tell.
Oh, now I've gone and hurted myself.
Oh, I can never ask for your help.
Oh, the lack of any sense.
Oh, the death of innocence.
Three days ago I discovered the third, which you confirmed in a text.
Did it have to be with my Paris love?
It was the first time I had ***
Still, I win. If anyone can.
You'll date him in Ohio. It's mean to say, but it's the truth.
You're just his beard and a smile.
I want to say this, little sis. I wish that we could be friends.
But secrets breed secrets, which breed some more.
And we all die in the end.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
You are not scared of dark,
You r scared of what's in it.
You r not not afraid of heights,
You r afraid of falling.
You r not afraid of people around you,
You r just afraid of rejection.
You r not afraid to love,
You r just afraid of not being loved back.
You r not afraid to let go,
You r afraid to accept reality.
You r not afraid of try again,
You r just afraid of getting hurted for same reason!!!
--Madonna
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
Roses are red violets are blue is what I first wrote.
But the hurricane tore it all to shreds.
It stared with the rain that brought upon my pain.
It hurted my heart to hear the cry
How can I ever be trusted when I lied and lied
Lost in my mind...
The heart just wanted to love again.
Hoping to find what was lost just to fall again.
A priceless jewel was K.
I became coated in insecurities.
Running from the rain is what started the hurricane.
I remember the shooting star when I first encounter the rain.
It was different that night, but that was when AK began.
Reparation is what I sought.
Only hoping to heal.
Don’t ever disrespect the Queen of K!
Forgive but don’t forget.
It was called Hurricane AK.
That’s what I said
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
Rustle in the leaves,
tussle with the vines,
afoot in the tree of life,
the gutsy snake coiling,
Raddled and rattled with mans sin,
Divulgence to the loner who cherished the fruit,
in the dusky orange red skies which brought in the adhen
and from the tolling bells in the distant church ,
While the snake lolloped in the stark blue skies,
Manipulating this oppo for the abyss.
The wandering seam of the night,moon,
With flickering light forbade the seance on the seemlessly never ending night,
Pity the snake for another morn would rise
For it will have to go to the *** ,no the pit.
The ***** and cuckoo within cooee , chanted and coerced another morn out !
Following the sun like the grail, the people lounged in to the waters of the ganges.
While broods of hurted children huddled in hate,
hurling stones at the traitor.
Hauling the renegade into the throngs,
Hunnish hands assaulted him until he swooned in to the motherlands lap,
Hue and cry of the avengers brought in the tripper,
Heavy loads hugged on to his shoulders,
In poise words he spoke,
''for every creation has its flaws,
And when we batter on the withered soul,
It leaves the barren man dry again,
To ward off evil is like blowing into the forges of Vulcan,
And only when tests and temptations are burnt in the bonfires of joy,
will man be moulded into a joyous being''
Hissing whisphers from the crowd spoke,
Heresy of the tripper is the hold,
Hasten yourself and bring our brother medication,
Hunt down the snake will we,
For this vagabond has spoken in verses,
Only to be filed in the trippers travelogue.
Hushed up as the snake in the pit.
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:19 AM UTC
you hurted me
but then I lay in bed
thinking about your kiss
to help me fall asleep
it doesn’t feel fair
that the chaos of loving you
breaks my heart
but mends all the pieces right back
Nov 8, 2022
Nov 8, 2022 at 11:01 PM UTC
Year 1 - June 30th was the day I fell in love with you. It was rough at first, you were always stealing me away silently like no one knew I exsisted. No one cared about me at the time, you knew that I was bound to be all alone in my life of how I was. I just wished it wasn't you but **** you stole my heart this beatiful year.
Year 2 - It was young love for the both of us, I taken it rough cause I was so in love with you I loved spending my time with you, even when we drank, you treated me like your girlfriend. But I had those dark days where it bugged me that I loved you most and I spent most of my days with you which I could've did way much better with schooling and all that other stuff but I managed then people really started to care about me but I didn't care about their care about me cause I know I was bound to be alone, after they starting really looking for me and realized that I was with you but they couldn't do anything about it, was too late for that now.
Year 3 - I'm sure it was in the winter, you got into trouble with playing with guns, and jailed for a week, and you couldn't be around the community due to danger to the community for a year. I decided to move to the city where you were staying, I didn't mind the city but at the time I started seeing someone from the community, I missed you but I also missed the community and I couldn't do this anymore babysitting and not being able to get my freedom. you had to go get into more trouble in the city when I left and got more jail time you were gone for a long while.
Year 4 - Things weren't working out for you and me. I know that you really wanted me back. But I was with someone else and he didn't want to let me go, he kept me silent like he was ashamed to have me or just didn't want to show me off. I was starting to become his joke or whatever I can call it. I loved him, he's kept in the dark from his family but accepted by my family. Could say I was with him for like a year, till he really started to see someone from the city. I left him I'm angry cause he was a keeper but man he is dark so I kind of didn't like that, hiding on me whenever he wanted like I was never apart of his life. I got fed up of this and left it hurted but it didn't hurt as much as losing my first love.
Year 5 - We aparted. My second love I left him or we just wanted to apart. I wanted my true lover back I did whatever I wanted to do. All adult and what not and no one can stop me now and no one can do anything too. I pray that I haven't chosed the wrong path. with this guy I'm hoping to be his partners in crime. I'm back with you my love, I did tell you that I love you cause you wanted to hear it and I never said it to you ever till that night. Our birthdays are coming up, I'm looking forward to spending it with you.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
i know a place where there is no independence,
Opinions are controlled,well as your "character reference".
It is the place where structures are aero dynamic,
Members Believing that it would fly at the time of panic
The Social-Controller, political-hemophilia,
Millions have joined, expanding the mafia.
Polluted the minds of pioneers, --the low iQ'D,
Wise Child inherit your thy truth have been sued
The thoughts of your childhood was buried deep,
Teachings of the interracial grows in this creed.
It was emphasized, first time in my life,
Discrimination was a wound stabbed by a Knife.
I dont' believe, i can boldly state --
Man-made Cult hurted, roam from day to date.
Creed merged State, Politics, and inner feelings,
Was trespassed, influenced with imposed billings.
How come, you tell me that you can't --
Soul search, and start what you want.
It cuts my skin, when worse comes worst,
I'll go for the love, not with the CURSE!
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 5:58 AM UTC
As a kid,
it hurted being
an island in the middle of the ocean
Seeing all your classmates,
bunch up together,
forming groups,
and just standing there
by the corner,
thinking why life left you out.
Groupworks were the toughest,
when friends were allowed to pick.
It hurted,
because I was always picked last.
That was so for three years,
until another island came over, and sat.
We said nothing.
But as the days turned to weeks,
and the weeks turned to months,
and as the months turned to years,
we became good friends.
The class soon bonded,
and I am happy to say,
that I bonded with them.
So, if you're an island like me,
don't be afraid to make friends.
Because they might just be,
the person that you've been always looking for.
Because after all,
all we really need,
is a friend.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
Do you think of me?
I'm dreading the thought,
Over and over again,
There's no insecurities,
just curiosity,
I stated the truth,
never implied,
meant for you,
only you,
your's to keep,
realism put into countless sonnets,
Literal and figurative,
I can only say and do,
All that I want to see,
All that I want to touch,
All that I want to feel,
All that I want to hear,
All that I want to love,
All that I want to miss,
All pointing to you,
Shall I rephrase it again?
All I can think ,
is of you,
I wonder again, do you think of me?
My dear,
Spoken like a letter,
a note filled with warmth,
I ask openly,
Is it wrong?
I stumbled upon you first sight,
Help me answer this question,
Because,
missing you never hurted so much,
until now.
Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC
If I ever forgot to apolgize to anyone that I have hurted.
My fault.
I owe you more.
If I never succeed at my dreams and aspiration.
I'm personally the blame.
Call it, my failure.
We can have the best of ideas and fail to live up to them.
All because we didn't try.
Call it, my fault.
Plus, my failure.
For anything to ever succeed.
It requires, a willing particpant.
Who have a clue to what success means?
So, while we might lose things we should have fought for.
We must address, why we never done more to hold on?
Especially when you realize it's your fault for your failure.
Lonliness, is a sad feeling.
When the one you love has moved on.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 5:58 AM UTC
That love so feels ,
So reel ,
showed real .
That ****
made onto me
I that kneel to .
The fear
Comes near
Holding me dear
All so clear
and pale
Those shadows of
past
That shall sail
Deep down the crevices
of my heart
where
The tracks are unfinished
for the rails
Bleeding nails so amaze
Abandoned and deserted
All taken by my soul ; hurted
Could pen you into
thousands of verses
As there's still a little while
For me
to get used to this curse yet ......
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
You have done some things you are not proud of.
What'd happen If I told them?
What'd happen if they knew?
You were young, you were angry,
you were horrible, you were everything you hate now.
You hurted so many people
and disappeared.
Why did you do it?
Why would you take your pain
and put it on someone else?
It was not her fault she didn't love you.
It wasn't his fault. He couldn't know.
Yes, you were a mess,
but that's no excuse.
No, you can't change the past.
I don't even know If "I'm sorry" would be enough.
You couldn't love
cause you didn't know how to love yourself.
You thought hate
was your only weapon against the world.
Will she accept your apologies
or will she act is if she doesn't know you
the way that you did?
Will he forgive you
or forget
just like you?
You were full of poison and you killed many flowers
on your way here.
What are we gonna do, Jude?
I'll light a candle for us
and I'll try to be a better man.
It's all I can do
that'll bring a change.
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 1:06 AM UTC
Bring in me
firetruck
what you could not
in a dumpster baby
child
born
on
a
wednesday
in the sun
it hurted the mummsy,
she cryed
I once saw a whale
eating a preying mantis
whole
as it chewed
I swooned
clearing my throte
and loosing a mating call
to the wind
it blew away
just like your sweet rememberance
Mar 26, 2010
Mar 26, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
They say I'm strong willed person, relaxed, or composed and happy most of the time
And when I lie- "I'm fine" they'll believed without a doubt
Yes it may seem so, but because its all about mastering
The delicacy of the craftsmanship of my outer being
Then pretending and masking is the result of my handmade effort;
All of it was and all of it will, is a product of my lachrymose heart
To let people believe what I want them to believe of me
Even if molding myself into someone I do not wish to become
But was it worth it? But will it be worth it?
Regret may sometimes be inevitable and cunning
As it kills my sleep and peace of mind to an oblivion
With over thinking of the possible reasons to destroy this best mask I wear
And put to an end to this lachrymose heart that controls my whole being;
Though I want to be honest, be the hurted person I truly am;
Though I want this pain in my heart be manifested through tears;
But even if it do fall down, no one notices, no one see my pleas
All the time I'm just here pretending to be fine
Never letting a single tear from my lachrymose heart cry.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 5:22 AM UTC
In autumn water becomes fire
created from the endless love of stars,
and feelings fall like old leaves
navigated by the nap of lake.
When world gets drunk from every sunset...
I know!You will come...where?
I know!You will be everywhere!
Everything will stop,I will wait until
the moment I wont remember...
I enjoy waiting,searching for you
to arrive at the understanding of love,
of that destructive love with tears,
with memories which hurted my soul,
because love destroy more when
it calms,it ends,it stops...
I saw you dancing in the lake.
Love is reflected in the sky,
stars will dance tonight...
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
I'll be with you
When people around you
become your enemies
Hurt you alot and
hunt you like zombies
When your shadow prefers
to leave you
When the evil chooses
to call you
I'll be with you
When you need someone to
share your sadness
When you are hurted
by loneliness
When you need a shoulder
to cry on
When you make up your mind
to be alone
I'll be with you
When the happiness knocks
your door
When your heart begins
to soar
When you get a smile on
your lips
When you get a dimple in
your cheeks
I'll be with you
When you want to share your kiss
When you want to share your bliss!
----de3pak
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
You were always high
but never off my mind
Still I wanted you with all my heart maybe I was too blind to see that I was too kind to your addiction
and baby I wish it was all just fiction, but oh you were my affliction.
I'm always missing what we had,
I loved you with all my heart
You said you loved me like you've never loved before
you said I was the best thing that ever happened to you, you swore.
You said the thought of me was your favorite kind of high
You said that no pill, ***** or ***
couldn't even begin to create
the high my presence delivered
That I was the only drug you needed.
Well, you said a lot of things.
You were always high but I did not mind,
your eyes and the way you smiled were too distracting to notice you were just acting to love me the same way I loved you
You hurted me like no one ever had
You had all my heart
but I didn't have yours
I've given up hope
You'll always love me less
than you love your dope
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
I love you,
no, she did
and the saddest thing is,
that you will never now
how perfect you were to her
You stepped in as an iridescent being
One impossible to compare
the one to whom she would have gave it all
even the things you're not supposed to give
because you touched parts of her
that didn't belong to her body
and she loved you
and she did it with madness
and she wanted to be happy
even though she knew you weren't completely real
because you wanted her
even more that how she wanted you
and these days
even when you do not speak anymore
she wonders how you are
and where you are
Because she remembers clearly
the last time you both spoke
it all was as flawless
as the golden number
and she didn't understand
until now
the reason why
when she told you "goodnight"
you repplied "goodbye"
and she looked for the photographs
of the old you
and she wept while she saw them
and since she still loved you
she was paralyzed by your memories
later she recalled
in the midst of her laugh
that she wanted to tell you all of these
and she was sad again
and even when the sun was up for you
she hoped you would remember her
she hoped that you would remember that you once wanted to stay
that you learned how to love her
and that you desired her
and she used to miss you so bad
so bad it hurted her
but she never felt that you missed her back
and after a while
she stopped missing you too
But I sincerely loved you
Sorry, she did.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
I blew
The heart shaped balloon
I filled it with
Every breath
I could take
I blew
Until I was empty,
My lungs hurted
And my lips were bruised
I tied a knot
So my air
Couldn't escape
From the heart
And that way
Keep our love alive
So,
I blew
I blew
I blew
And I took my last breath
For you
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
Hurted myself one day ,
not for bad ,
but just to write one word
on my skin ,
who goings to heal with me ,
and hurt me ,
with a gentle kiss from my sharpen blade ,
I just writed
that unique word who means a lot
for me , Live .
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
"The Doors were spinning, as well as lamps and small items. Everything was in motion , the total dispersion in the room. And me in the middle, sitting on the floor with my eyes closed. The inner world was penetrating the world outside, it could seem that the power of my mind was growing. Anything was possible. Everything was unreal.
I glanced around me, everything was in perfect order. It's just the arrogance of human senses, an omission of visible signs of the consciousness' power. And all of that was irrelevant anyway.
- When was the last time you saw him ?- She asked.
-53 Days ago.
-It must be hard for You?
- It is not so bad
It was . Terribly hard, the weight of longing seemed to overwhelm me to the floor on which I sat still . Although You can get used to the constant suffer.
I saw her suffering, but I remained silent. Undoubtedly in addition to counting days she was also counting hours. Sometimes the time passes mercilessly slow. The time does not flow at all when You have no one for whom You could count it. It hurted me more. She's known and tasted the happiness of which I had no idea. In her eyes, the two blue glimmers full of love, I saw the memory of life. And Hope, thanks to her she was still alive. In my eyes You could see merely a destruction. Maybe I have experienced more carnal pleasures, but no one ever looked at me in such a manner as he looked at her. In that look You could see everything. I knew I was missing something, I felt empty inside. "
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 4:41 PM UTC