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Don't say it
I can feel each word
Last time we had this conversation ,every word you said slit my veins
Felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest
So don't say them
Don't say you love me but as a friend
Don’t say you don’t want to loose me
Just don’t say it
Friend zone replies
I've known him forever
From that first day he waved through his window
To now when I can tell what he wants to say with a glance at his eyes
He's the reflection I see when I look in my mirror
Our minds always in sync
Even when we're miles apart
We have conversations with one look

I understand the littlest of his moves
From the slight raise of his brows when he's tensed
To the flex in his toes when he's mad
I have every bit of him memorized like my old favorite song
Fighting him was like getting stuck in a maze with no way back except the one leading to him
I know all the nooks and crannies of his heart
What makes it pound and what makes it squeeze

And I sure felt it do both that day
And I knew it wasn't for me
And realisation punched me in the stomach

I loved him!

Always have, always will
But that heart beats for another
I hate myself whenever you hug me beside you
Squeezing my hands and telling her you love her

The face I could paint even in my sleep became one I dreaded like the plague
Because that wave was no longer mine
That smirk no longer for me

I realized then why they say a boy and girl can't be friends
What Friend zoning meant
Because then I understood that
I found my soulmate, but he didn't.

©_HerOutspokenMind
It hurts like hell to be Friendzoned especially when the other party Knows nothing of your existing feelings
We looked at each other a little too long
to be 'just friends'
But I was wrong....
Thats why i never told you what I really felt about you.
If I just keep writing,
then maybe my poetry
will spill out and
bring you back.
She gives trust
and receives betrayal.
She builds walls around her heart
to shut out the all the invaders.
It's been smashed into a million pieces
a million times before.
She gathers the remnants
only to salvage her fragile heart.
 May 2019 daylene wolfe
Time
My love is true for you
But you desire something else.
This feels like deja vu.
Like the last time you played,
me.
And called it love,
but really it was just the death of a dove.
Her soul is prettier than the stars in the sky
Yet you still think it's ok to make her cry
What did she ever do to you?
Look at what you've put her through

She's crumbling like aging stone
Yet you decide to not come home
Again and again you play tricks on her mind
Making her think you're there, but leaving her behind

Her heart is prettier than the dark ocean water
But the tide is just as strong, maybe stronger
The longer your gone, the longer she's alone
The sooner her ocean will be as dry as a bone

Her mind is as beautiful as a sunset through the trees
Pink and purple sky and warm scented breeze
She is everything that means "safe and love"
Yet you put her on a cliff and give her a shove

You think she doesnt know, but she does
You think she's still at home, well she was
Now she's physically there, but her minds disappeared
Lost in the stars wishing she wasn't scared

She wants her soul to be prettier than the stars in the sky
Too bad you never look up there to compare
Your eyes are set on your other highs
So you've never really seen her soul bared
You whisper to me
Your breath on my lips
“I love you”
Followed by a tender kiss.

My heart stops, and revives,  
With the butterflies
That rise
From their graves

Please stay.
You might think it was too early but now I know that’s on your mind and you van halfway take it back but it’ll still make me smile. I hope you’re around when I am able and ready to reciprocate.
 May 2019 daylene wolfe
Deyer
I don't know about butterflies
                     but
                         I know happiness.
In my stomach,
           I feel only hunger,
                                             fear
                                    and sometimes indigestion;
                                               but never butterflies.
Even when I see her
              and she smiles at me,

I feel happy
                but my stomach is inactive,
                                        silent.
       ­                                   
But
  when our fingers interlock
                     her eyes meet mine
                   and our smiles parallel,

                         I cannot help
                                                  but
      ­                                                   feel at home.
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