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yúyīn Jun 2018
Death fears me
so it takes what I love instead
and it's taken so many
@.**
yúyīn Apr 2018
Today I met a great friend
Who knew me right away
It was funny how she understood me and all I had to say
She listened to my problems,
She listened to my dreams,
we talked about love & life;
she'd been there too! well it seems.
I never once felt judged by her,
she knew just how I felt,
she seemed to just accept me & all the problems I'd been dealt.
She didn't interrupt me,or need to have her say,
she just listened very patiently & didn't go away.
I wanted her to understand how much this meant to me,
but as I went to hug her, something startled me.
I put my arms in front of me and went to pull her nearer,
I just realized that my "new best friend" was nothing but a Mirror”
I don't remember where I saw this, but it's beautiful. I just copied it to notes so I could read it as much as I wish
yúyīn Apr 2018
But sleep doesn’t come for a long time, and when it does, the nightmares are all still waiting.
yúyīn Mar 2018
and my soul got so attached to yours
I just can't be me without you
@.**
  Mar 2018 yúyīn
Rebel Heart
...
And in that moment I realized
Her pieces shatter more quickly
Than she can glue them together
And in between the broken seconds
That her universe is in chaos
Those pieces of her soul
Break down to mere dust
And float away in the winds
Of what once was
Joined by the false notion
That her future could be brighter
If only
She gathered her pieces
A little faster
.
(A long poem dedicated to a friend of RH's that passed Years ago. I never knew her personally but this write was absolutely too beautiful for pieces of it not to be shared. Happy Writing ~BM)

(Front Page 3/28/2018)
  Mar 2018 yúyīn
She Writes
She can’t tell who will leave
and who will stay.
Instead she chooses
To push them all away.

Being vulnerable
Is her greatest fear.
Her heart is too guarded
To let someone near.

So scared to be loved
Afraid to trust.
If she is broken again
She may crumble to dust.
  Mar 2018 yúyīn
She Writes
You broke her heart
But she still loves you
With all the pieces
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