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daisy colored days
into dark blue nights
I confessed to a
person I thought
I knew, elation to
shattered dreams
took off the mask
and she didn't like
what she saw.
I wrote this in 2023, when a girl I loved left my life forever to pursue her own path, alone. I hope she's doing well these days, but the scar still stings.
Avery R Allen Aug 19
I wanted to be loved.
I didn't want romantic relationships,
but I wanted to feel nurtured,
cared for.

I knew I was a lesbian,
but I still dated men.
I wanted validation.
I wanted to feel small again.
I wanted to feel important.

I hid my true self so more people would like me.
I didn't share my interests in worries of being made fun of,
and I didn't share what I was going through.
I didn't want people to think I was weird.

Now I show my true self.
Not as many people like me,
but that's alright.
I don't like them either.
Ivan Aug 18
sweetest writer,
climb forth from the deep trench
in my heart's wound
and quench my thirst for love

dear doctor of written expression,
incant the melody, cure this malady
with verses that expose the affinity
that is inherit between her and I

smith of words,
hammer out a spell to please a vampire
with a quick, orangy sunset to transpire
wield the blade of dusk
against the morning star until it expires

as we conspire to set our bed on fire
there is no consequence too dire
for my one and only desire

master lyricist,
compose the sensual phrases
a song in whispers that ripens
her delicious fruit until ready for savoring

and last, to the dear poet within,
feed the lust filled inclinations of creatures
that hunger for each other's bare skin

allow your words to manifest
her sensuality alike a tinderbox
so I may then ignite her fantasies!
BEEZEE Aug 17
I can feel you when I speak,
see your face in every wall—
like I know you’re there,
even when you’re not,
as the one I dream of.

Powder rooms with a flower stall,
you’re inside my head,
dancing back and forth.
Were you always here,
and only ever lost,
as the one I dream of?

Lover, no—
I can’t pretend
I’ve ever seen this horizon blue.
My heart tastes your scent,
feels the color of you,
in this dream
where you love me too.
TheLees Aug 5
I try to speak, and my tongue tries to run,
and tends to trip when strong words come.

The rhythm and pace of his steps taste
like sweet songs that almost land with grace—
into your ears. But hopefully, you hear
the plopping of boots that my tongue tied loose.

Even when he trips and falls,
know that his words still risk it all.

When his dance becomes daring,
and his stutter turns to swearing,
his beat becomes apparent—

because no words, and no walk,
no pucker nor path
could portray the way my tongue trips up
taking to you at last.
This Eid, no lamb walks beside me
only this chest, split like Zagros stone,
veins scorched by the breath you left behind.

No fire feeds these ribs.
What burns here is older than flame
a hunger etched in salt and sinew.

Pomegranate splits in my grip
its flood outlasts both hands or gods,
a red that marks and does not fade.

If the blade must fall,
then let it bury deep
let bone crack with your name,
let the ash remember.

Under the crescent’s cold eye,
I speak no thrones of smoke.
Only your hand
rising from fire,
rough with warmth,
proof that I endured.
Diya Ganesh Aug 3
I danced, I laughed, I glowed,

but the part I'll remember the most,

wasn't the music,

my outfit,

or even the cheering of the crowd.



It was the way you looked at me the moment I stepped out of my gate,

the way we weren't near but not far either,

the glances we shared as we passed,

silent words exchanged in a crowded space,

and the smiles that said,

"I've never been happier, than I am in this moment with you."



It was the way that the second we fell into each other's arms,

the world around us faded,

and it felt like it was just the two of us.



It was the way we sat beside each other that night in the car, darkness all around,

but our eyes never losing sight of one another.

Your hand found mine, and there we were, fingers intertwined, eyes locked on each other,

hearts speaking in silence, and again,

the world stopped just for us.



It was the way, we held back,

even when we didn't want to,

and the way we held each other,

in moments we never wanted to end.



It was the way, your hand found my waist,

as mine rested on your shoulder,

and suddenly, I couldn't even hear the music anymore,

all I could hear was your voice,

our soft conversations,

and shared laughter,

our hearts beating fast every time we looked up and our eyes met.



It was the way you leaned on me,

and before I even reached the place, I call home,

I was already home,

lost in the feeling of your hands in my mine, and your head resting on my shoulder,

no words needed to be exchanged, as the presence of one another is simply enough.



It was the way the first time our eyes landed on each other,

we just knew it was our silent, "You're breathtaking", to each other,

words that couldn't be said out loud so instead, our eyes spoke,

conveying silent messages that we just...

understood.



It was the way my face lit up brighter than stars,

when the words, "I already got my wish", as you pointed to me, left your mouth.

It was the way your gaze fell on me and mine on you,

it was the way you looked at me every time we passed each other,

a look that said, "I want you; I need you; I love you", without a single word being spoken.



It was just the two of us,

hands, hearts, songs,

glances, smiles, echoes of laughter,

a slow dance,

a family that welcomed me like their own,

and moments that turned into memories,

that I will hold and cherish forever.



So yes,

I danced, I laughed, I glowed.

But that's not what I'll remember most.

It's the feeling of elysian,

the feeling of finding home in the person that you know is your forever.



As I danced, I laughed, and I glowed,

what I'm certain I'll remember the most is how perfect the day was.

On the day God brought you into this world,

I got to stand by your side,

and call you mine.

That's the part I'll forever keep in my heart.



I danced, I laughed, I glowed,

but the part I'll remember most,

is how you danced,

how you laughed,

and how you glowed.



And to me,

that was my definition of perfection.

YOU.



- Because that night, I didn't just see you, I saw everything I ever prayed for ❤️
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