#poemsaboutlove

I don’t want to lose you in my life but we can’t be together the way I want us to be. I guess I’ll have to accept to only have half of you, just so I won’t lose all of you.

If you push me away, you’re not gonna find me where you left me. My heart is big, but not big enough to deal with people who decide to love me when it’s convenient for them.

Nobody told me staying friends with an ex you truly loved is impossible. We can end on good terms, but I can’t be around you anymore. Every small thing reminds me of our time together. And don’t even get me started on your scent, it’s intoxicating.

Reading your old texts is enough for me to fall apart once again. I wish you were the same person as you were in the beginning. How did you turn so cold?  

It hurts so much feeling like I’m never good enough. I feel like I’m only someone temporary until something or someone better comes along. I don’t wanna feel like this anymore. It’s breaking me.

We’ve never skipped a day without talking, until now. It has been three whole days. I don’t know what you have been doing or why you don’t text me anymore. All I know is that I miss you like crazy, but I don’t want to bother you. Maybe it’s supposed to end this way?

All I wanted was to lay down with you after having sex. I just wanted to be held by you. But you didn’t want that. You wanted my body, while all I wanted was your heart.

You always told me I would be better off without you. I used to think you were just insecure and you wanted the absolute best for me. That wasn’t the reason. It actually was a warning. I am better off without you and you knew it all along. It just took me a bit longer to figure this out.

As time passes by and memories start to fade, I’m beginning to see the red flags I missed when we first started talking. I used to make excuses for all the rude things you said, but I’m starting to realise it wasn’t okay at all. Maybe I truly am better off without you.

You’re still on my mind. I tend to remember the laughter we shared, but not the tears I wept every single night because you made me miserable. Why is it that every time we go through a heartbreak, we only remember the good parts?

I met you in february last year, and I had to leave you exactly twelve months later. These months were both the best, but also the worst months of my life. You made me feel so happy in the beginning, but most of the time you made me miserable. Leaving you was one of the hardest things I had to do. Sometimes I regret it, but I’m starting to be happy that for once, I chose myself.

When we were together, I forgot everything around us. You were all I saw. But now that you’re gone, it’s like I didn’t even live the past two years. You were all I knew.

What if you died right now? This thought randomly popped up in my head a few minutes ago. What if you left this world and we ended on bad terms? I don’t think I could continue with my life knowing you left this world while hating me.

My heart hurts and my eyes are sore from crying. And it hurts even more knowing you don’t care at all. It’s been a few months and you seem to be happier than ever, without me. What does that say about me?

Friday nights hurt the most. These nights, when all my friends are going out, I’m stuck crying in my bedroom because I can’t get over you. I spend my nights reliving all of our good times; our bodies intertwined in bed and the laughter we shared on our days out in the city. How did it get this far?

I hate feeling like an option until someone better comes along. I will never be the first choice and it makes me feel so inferior to anyone else. Why does no one pick me first?

I want to get over you but at the same time I don’t. I don’t want to be over the memories we shared. I don’t want to forget the feeling I got when you looked at me with your bright eyes. I don’t want you to turn into a stranger again.

In movies they always show couples breaking up, the people going through a short period of heartbreak with sad songs and tears, and being over it a couple days later. They never show how long the heartbreak period is. I’ve been stuck in bed crying for two months now and it doesn’t seem to get any better. It’s not cute or edgy, it’s painful and it hurts like hell.

I’ve always wanted to see more of the world. You took my hand and showed me new places and took me on adventures. I went out of my comfort zone, but I always had you beside me to hold my hand. I will always be thankful for that, because I will never forget our adventures together.

Lumière liquide

il y a cette folie qui s'émane.

Hors de la bougie, elle éclaire l'obscurité.

Au fond du gouffre, elle ne fane

S'emparer de nous, pour mieux régner.

Encore une fois, toujours plus fort,

Les nouvelles lueurs s'évaporent.

A l'état liquide, elles pouvaient persister.

Mais encore, cette brume devenue,

A pu, plus ou moins, nous sauver.

Face à toi, je me retrouve à nu,

Et que devenir parmi ces leurs, ces couleurs ?

Ses mots n'ont de cesse de me hanter.

Ils frappent plus fort encore,

Encore une fois, toujours plus fort,

Que les nouvelles lueurs, qui s'évaporent.

- menthaleau