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mc Jun 2013
I seem to write about
love
a lot
for someone
who's only felt
someone else's
lips on mine
once

I guess that makes me
sort of a hypocrite
preaching all this love
when I have never
felt love
myself
this isn't really a poem it's just me criticizing myself I guess
mc Jun 2013
my words mean
nothing
to you but
everything
to me
maybe a little 10 word Tuesday?
mc Jun 2013
I'd cut you out if I could
but then again
I can't
I could never do that
cause the thing about you
is that no matter how many times
I shatter my own heart
it always mends itself
at the sight
of your smile
mc Jun 2013
you whispered the empty promise of forever in my ear
and I drank it up,
let it fill my lonely soul

the persuasive ways of lust made me believe everything you said
and that we weren't going anywhere soon

but look where we are now
I haven’t heard your voice in months
and you seem content with your new life without me
without even the thought of me

you’ve taught me that
nothing
nothing
nothing
lasts forever
mc Jun 2013
I wish there was a way
to know you're in the good old days
before they're over

because I always take good things for granted
then regret it
when they're gone
and wish for nothing other
than to have those good times back
mc Jun 2013
no matter
where you go
or how you get there,
humans always have a way
of making it feel like home
I heard this on TV or maybe it was the radio and it's beautiful.
mc Jun 2013
I've come to hate who I am
because it's not who I wish to be
or who I could be
if I tried

there's so much I want to do
and could do
but I can't
and I won't
because I'm me

I set up all these boundaries for myself
based on nothing other than my discomfort
and my distaste
for change

I know I could be so much more
but being this person
who doesn't ever try
is easy
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