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How did I go from the heartbroken to the heartbreaker?
Every time I see a girl, I think I can take her.
Once you've been hurt so many times before, you refuse to be hurt anymore.

Are my player ways a reflection of my last?
Fell in love with someone, then you find out they're an ***.
Am I becoming my exes?
Already thinking about the next while I'm with my present?

I can't pinpoint my change.
It's kinda strange.
I did a complete 180,
because I never felt this way.

But does this make me a bad person?
Am I afraid of healing?
Maybe it's the fear of commitment that I'm feeling.

I can be so distant.
Not grow attached.
Back-to-back relationships,
I don't see nothing wrong with that.

I just don't get feelings.
Is it so wrong that I've become numb?
It's like I don't have any remorse for what I've done.

So..
Am I becoming my ex?
Am I a bad person?
Am I done healing?
Or..
Am I still hurting?
You who goes by "Lonely"
Yes you, who reads these rhymes
Please pause here for a moment
I won't take much of your time

You see my friend, I'm lonely too
In the dark with paper and pen
So I'm writing you this poem
and signing it "Your Friend"

Though I'll prob'ly never see you
nor ever know your name
I do not need to see your face
nor know your cash and fame

I do not care what color you are
how short or tall or fat
I'm weary of all these parties and creeds
So, for a moment, forget all of that

Yes you, dear friend, forget with me
Inhale this moment serene
where we are not opinions or castes
Just two humans with two glowing screens

Be human with me, simple and pure
For a moment breathe deep and feel free
then should you have the time, and a halfway good rhyme
Perhaps write a poem for me.

Signed,
Your Friend
This one isn't great, but I don't really care. I would normally throw something like this away, but the afterimage of hope made me wonder if maybe it would strike a chord with someone somewhere.  I promise to post more polished verse in the future, but all the same, thank you for reading. -ES
Our bodies are facing
The arms of dawn.
Conflicts of our skins
From night's reverie
Floating with fading purple.
Still lost in the depth of
Your starry mouth,
Particles of me
Merging into the universe.
Mingled thoughts
Under mingled fingers
Making galaxies crumbled
Time after time
Inside my closed eyes,
As I'm being washed by your
Warm luminosity.
I'm overwhelmed as Merged got selected as a daily poem. It means a lot to me. I'm grateful to all the poet-readers of HP. I wouldn't be able to achieve it without their support. Thanks a lot ❤

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