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You never stole my heart

I saw you coming

And I just knew

I was meant for you

So you couldn't have stolen

What was already yours
I hate you
It's true
Only one-sided
Unrequited
In my mind
You died
Yes, I said it
I didn't even regret it
Why wait for complications?
You always were too complacent
You see me smile and laugh
Does it feel bitter?
Think of all that could have been
If you'd cared to begin with.
I see a stranger when I look at you now,
and hate you for what you didn't allow.
Beat and bruised
To black and blue
A broken heart
Can't be renewed
Made me trust
Now here I am
Once again
In the devil's hands
My heart fills with joy
Each time I see HP notifications coming by.
“Someone loved your poem” makes me believe,
Confidence blooming in words I weave.

I smile while reading comments in delight,
Each word feels like a guiding light.
“Someone reposted it” gives me gentle thrills,
A kindness that lingers, a warmth that instills.

And when my poem starts trending high,
I whisper thank you, with tears in my eye.
I couldn't sleep since that night in the kitchen
How dare you tell me what I did
When I didn't
I screamed till I blacked out
And lost half my vision
'Cause God willing I talk
And you actually listen
I called up my doctor
I sounded a wreck
He asked if last Tuesday's the last that I'd slept
And I'm just exhausted
'Cause I'm on the mend
But life has to fall down
To feel it again.
These are unpublished song lyrics, and all rights go to the rightful owner, but I, however, do not know who that is.
If I told you that I loved you
Tell me
What would you say?
If I told you that I hated you
Would you go away?
If I came to you crying
One random night
What would you tell me?
"It'll be alright"?
Would you push me away
and let me go
Or try your best to hold me close?
What do you feel?
Is this a dream?
It can't be real
Just make-believe
Everything's switched
All upside-down
But maybe we can fix it
this time around
What would delay
Just a "Hi" or a simple wave?
I wish it were easy
But you're making it hard
"Let go of this feeling"
That's not happening
So I guess i'll just stay
Still thinking of you
In my backyard
Ink marks on a field of white
"What am I supposed to write?"
It's not the mark, but what comes through
A tear from one, a laugh from two
As pain is formed into something new.
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