#love poem
Dorky love poem 6/19/18
Most important meal of the day,
Last we share before I see you again
Every day with you felt unreal,
Like tea with cinimon
Come back soon my love
Let me hold you in my arms again
And tell you dorky poems
That will fill my heart within
its a monday night, im sitting in my bed thinking.
about us and how we ended
and I’m well aware i dont need you
i just miss you, and I’m lonely,
and iv bad mouthed you to all my friends
but they don’t have to know if you come over this weekend.
i know you hate me
i kinda hate you too
but if you could just hold me one last night
we could put all this shit aside
and stop trying to hide, that we both miss each other.
dont try to deny it, because i know you do
i see you watching my snap stories
because that’s the only app you have where i havent blocked you.
so what would you say, if i called you up one day?
and asked you if i could stay the night.
would you say ok? or would you hang up the phone.
I’m so scared to call because what if you answer?
would you say your sorry and say i deserved better?
i guess it doesn’t really matter anymore
but i still think about it sometimes.
so tell me, if i called you
would you pick up the call?
-writingforthesad
Polish my pearl
Deep sea diver
Wet your whistle
Whilst whetting
Synced appetites
Gild the lily
Plucking petals prettily
I’ve taken a shine to you
Making me feel all shimmery
Aglow with the flow
From you to me seamlessly
You see, eye to eye
Mind to mind we connect
My heart thumps faster
At the mere thought of you
My body can’t help but react…
And I’m beyond pleased by that
I wrote this ages ago, before I knew the real you.
Just a pulse.
Just a heartbeat
And a hand to hold.
Anonymous flesh
Just a warm body to lay down by
When its cold.
Just a place filler until they get older
a scapegoat
Just a sweet nothing to nurse a cold shoulder
Just a temporary love for when she needs someone to hold her.
Another one night stand will maybe tide her over.
Just a lost ship trailing towards the light
An easier pursuit under the cover of night.
Sun comes up and the search is finally over
Just a drunken eve, leaving bruises to find when sober.
Just a lost poem
Just an unsung hymn
The wrong love sought.
Anonymous flesh
Named by one
But she forgot.
r.t.
It’s shallow
But I’m drowning
In a hate so rooted deep
I’m lost inside reflections
An uphill battle that’s too steep
Taught to battle monsters
I keep fighting them with skill
forgot to warn me that the ones inside
were not okay to kill.
r.t.
Looking for all the right answers
in all the wrong places.
Looking to find myself
in everybody else’s faces.
Can’t keep praying
for what I swear I don’t need.
Can’t keep trying to understand
a book I won’t read.
I expect others to see value
in a place I never do.
I expect my plans to succeed
though I don’t think them through.
Obsessive.
Compulsive.
Right in all the wrong ways.
Seems like I’ll be stuck here choking on self-hatred
till somebody stays.
r.t.
It’s late and I miss you.
You were to be my everything
My refuge
You kept me safe.
From myself.
Happy.
It’s late and I miss you.
My mind wanders
I’ve thought up
A million things to say to you
Things I won’t.
But wish I could.
It’s late and I miss you.
And life is short.
But so was your temper.
And I’m still trying to make sense of what happened.
It’s too late.
I miss you.
You called today.
Not even the warmth of your voice could salvage the icy front I had put up.
You weren’t here when I needed you.
It’s late
and hopefully now you miss me.
But I think I’ve finally stopped
Missing you.
r.t.
“It’s whatever”
He said with tears in his eyes
He hid away
Broken.
I didn’t fall for his lies
His parents drank often
He promised himself he wouldn’t
I told him to stay strong
He told me, he couldn’t
He got home from school
Everyday exhausted
Nobody realized his strength
Until one day he lost it.
For him to inhale and say yes one more time.
To a life he was robbed of
The most complex of crime.
He sat in class silent,
But when asked he would spill
Because all he needed
Was someone to listen and be still
He’d tell them his story
The one he told me
And they’d watch amazed at the new depths they’d see.
A boy who was strong
A boy who was clever
But when concluding his tale
He’d just utter “it’s whatever”
r.t.
