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 Apr 2013 Julia
Cam E
there isn't anything i wouldn't do
to see you in each other's arms again
to see you dance around the kitchen
a book in one hand
a wooden spoon in the other

to hear you say i love you
out of love
not out of habit

to see your smiles
when the other walked into the room
not glazed over eyes
focused on the floor

there isn't anything i wouldn't do
to have our family
be whole once again
 Apr 2013 Julia
Cam E
warning signs
 Apr 2013 Julia
Cam E
i know the warning signs
i know when it's coming again
i may be prepared this time
but it doesn't make it
any easier to deal with
i know the warning signs
and i don't want to feel
as sad as i used to
ever again
 Apr 2013 Julia
Cam E
i didn’t know hope
until you became the light
in my time
of total darkness

i didn’t know trust
until i found myself
pouring my problems and insecurities
into your listening ears

i didn’t know fear
until you told me about
the silent killer
deep inside your bones

i didn’t know how to smile
until you told me
it was your reason
to keep fighting

i didn’t know confidence
until you reminded me daily
how perfect i was to you
how much you loved me

i didn’t know strength
until you told me
i had to be strong
for the both of us

i didn’t know anxiety
until i had to wait
days upon days
to hear from you

i didn’t know faith
until every night
i would find myself
praying for your health

i didn’t know regret
until i realized
getting angry with you
didn’t solve anything

i didn’t know shock
until your goodbye came
reminding me how much
i meant to you

i didn’t know reassurance
until you promised
that you would always
be watching over me

i didn’t know love
until you told me
i was the only reason
you held on for so long

i didn’t know sadness
until i barely made out
your final words
you last “i love you”

i didn’t know pain
until i was on the floor
trying to come to terms
that you had passed on

i didn’t know lonely
until i remembered
that you could no longer be
my best friend, my stability

i didn’t know relief
until i realized
you were no longer
in that unbearable pain

i didn’t know cancer
until it took you away
with no apologies
leaving me to wonder

*why you?
r.i.p eli, 4.7.2013.
"i love you now and until forever."
 Apr 2013 Julia
Cam E
nonexistent
 Apr 2013 Julia
Cam E
i'm not who i was
a year ago
six months ago
one month ago

judging me on my past only means
you're judging someone
who no longer
exists
 Apr 2013 Julia
Robert Guerrero
This list gets long
Everything I am not
Listed below
I'm not your world
I'm not your heart
I'm not your soul
I'm not your perfect little demon
I'm not your the man you need
I'm not your the best decision you can make
I'm not your altar
I'm not your reason to smile
I'm not your reason to laugh
I'm not your dream man
I'm not your pillow
I'm not your kleenex tissue
I'm not your castle walls
I'm not your safety vault
I'm not your cushioned landing pad
I'm not your 911 operator
I'm not your saviour
I'm not going to make this any longer
You get the point
I'm not your anything anymore
That's basically everything I am not
Everything I am though is a different story
I'm hers
And her name alone sends chills down my spine
As it rolls off my tongue
Sadly she is not mine...yet
One day though
I will make her happier than any one has ever dreamed
Happier than she could possibly imagine
I will show her the true meaning of love
Even though my heart feels dead
But only when I'm not talking to her
<3
 Apr 2013 Julia
Robert Guerrero
The opposite of love is indifference
So when I tell you I hate you
I still care about you
I just have no room to love you anymore
Because all I have done was get hurt by you
So this is my way of saying
Goodbye
 Apr 2013 Julia
thevagabondking
honestly,  i don’t see myself as
a poet -
i am a historian who
writes
in poetic form

as are you
readers
and writers

our eyes
record
history as
it happens

storing it
in our hearts;
ushering it safely
on passage through
time

trading it with blank paper
in hopes of not
repeating the bad;
and reliving the good

i hate the word poet,
i am a historian
and so are you
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