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If winning you
is by losing myself
I'd rather not play the game

I guess i'm too weak
to fight for love
that eventually ends
as the game is over
I am innocent

I swear I'm not responsible
For any damage she's had
I swear I'm not the reason
Of her tears at night
And I swear I did not intend
To hurt and scar

I am guilty

I'm guilty for being weak
And guilty for being a kid
Guilty for committing a mistake
And for the actions I make

Misdemeanor; such ******
I slaughtered the feelings
We had for each other

Loving is a crime
And I am afraid
Of committing it again
I want you to know
the happiness you bring;
when I'm with you
how my soul will sing

I want you to know
that I care for you;
my nights are spent
overthinking about you

I want you to know
my feelings for you;
even if I can't feel you
they are always true

Yet,

I want you to know
that I am deeply hurt;
I fooled myself
make-believing us

I want you to know
that I have changed;
I grow and learned
and released from chains

I want you to know
that I am okay;
I'm fine as ever,
strong and BETTER
Stop pretending you care
You don't
You never did
Even If I care for you
Your eyes will tell
how dumb I am
Caring for the person
who doesn't even care
for me.

The thing is

I don't care
I do not care if my care
is not given back
I don't care if I'm the only
one who cares
I don't care

Because caring
Is for the brave
yet you are weak
and I still care for you
Flowers breathe and wilt through you
Rainbows envy the tint you go through
Even night was lost in your eyes
Depths of ocean were drowned as you rise
Cannot utter what you really think
Eh?
Lucidly, a vast mystery.
Just an ordinary poem for someone.
There is no wrong religion


There is no wrong sexuality


There is no wrong weight

There is no wrong skin color

There is no wrong nationality
There is no wrong opinion
There is no wrong choice there is no wrong answer



You Are Perfect
You Are Beautiful
You Are Not Wrong.
 Apr 2017 Winter Ice Storm
SySy
I was born into a nation,
therefore my nationality is theirs.

But my parents originate from across the world,
And so my origin is theirs.

More importantly though,
All of our souls have the same home,
Till death,
from birth,
We've resided on Earth.
My big brother has always been a hero in my eyes
His actions were misleading, sort of in disguise
But I looked to him for the path to walk
Even before the days when I learned to talk

We were just kids, we would stay up late
Talking about our problems and all the people we used to “hate”
But as time went by, as if in the beat of a heart
We found ourselves in worlds; different and apart

The things he did and all the people he knew
Were of no use for me to actually get a clue
Begging for help, without ever saying a word
Makes it hard for your little brother to know your pain

Like the haze of smoke, we got caught coughing, trying to breath
But the oxygen was gone from the brother’s past
Nothing left but monoxide to toxify the bonds of brotherhood
We separated to two separate countries, how it was always supposed to be

But it was exactly different than it should have been
My brother is a hero for he showed me what not to do
He showed me who’s not cool – by being their friend
He helped me set my life on its proper way

So my brother I want to say,
You’re my unexpected hero.
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