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Riya May 2015
The day I learnt I was broken
I didn’t cry at all,
Instead a laugh escaped my lips,
As I leaned against a wall
and laughed and laughed
as I began to fall.

The day I learnt I was broken,
I started to look around,
But I saw nothing,
Didn’t even hear a single sound.

The day I learnt I was broken,
I didn’t have anyone.
Not a single person to turn to,
No one could be found.

The day I learnt I was broken,
I also learnt that I was alone.
                 With no friends, no heart and no place to call home.
Riya May 2015
How could a muscle,
The size of a fist,
Be the cause of all this.

How could a *****,
So small,
Cause this big of a brawl.

How could that small, red
Heart,
Be what drove us apart.

How could something so futile,
Make my whole body burn
With your touch that
Lingered on my arm.

The tingling sensation
of your Lips on mine,
brings me back to a happier time.

It’s funny how
all this pain caused
By this worthless pump,
was the one that caused my whole body to shiver when you touched me last.
The two sides of the spectrum
I experienced.

Yet I can’t pick up the million pieces
of this muscle the size of my fist.
It’s broken and can never be fixed.
Riya May 2015
If I ever wrote romantic poetry, it would go something like this,

He told me he loved me,
That he saw stars in my eyes,
He told me that green was his favourite colour,
Until his eyes met mine.
He told me he’d never seen a smile
Quite as beautiful as mine;
That just looking at me could stop time.
He said that he loves me,
Loves me more and more everyday,
Tells me that I absolutely take his breath away.
he said he'd never believed in love till he laid his eyes on me,
Never thought his heart could skip a million beats.

The thing with romantic poetry is,
That none of this,
Not even he
Is real.
Riya May 2015
When you feel like you're drowning,
Sinking into the deep,
Darling, don't you dare utter a scream.
Don't call out his name, her name, or any name at all.
Fight, darling.
Swim up, up, up.
Push yourself.
But don't you dare count on anyone else.

They won't come running,
They won't risk their safety for yours.
Oh, darling,
Don't be naive,
There is no white horse or a brave, manly knight.
It's all fairytales to help you sleep tight.

They don't exist sweetie,
None of them do.
They don't really cherish you.
They don't know the value of a diamond,
Not unless it was on display to the world.

Remain chaste my sweet,
You're not just a stop on the way, my dear.
You're a destination
They aren't worth even one single tear.
Riya Apr 2015
Monsters, Ghosts, Demons, Ghouls.

They live inside us.
We know exactly what they can do.
But when we share this news,
People, they treat us like fools.
They laugh, they mock
While we just stare in shock.

These creatures,
They don't understand us.
They don't see how we're fighting a constant battle
Not with anyone else but ourselves.

We're alone.

All alone.

These creatures just tease,
They mock while we scream.
They don't see our pain
They don't feel us suffering.
We're nothing but losers.

These monsters, ghouls, demons and ghosts,
They live inside us.
They fight a constant battle
And sometimes,
They win.
  Mar 2015 Riya
Love
It's an unspoken rule between us two,
that you never tell me you love me,
and I pretend I don't see the way you look at me.

It's an unspoken rule between us two,
That you ignore the way my heart yearns for him,
and I ignore how much it kills you.

It's an unspoken rule between us two,
That you don't punch his ****,
and I play ignorance to your arguments.

It's an unspoken rule between us two,
That I don't encourage you,
and you don't tell me how you feel.

It's our unspoken rules,
that we don't speak of the feelings we have,
because we know it was the only way to be with each other.
Riya Mar 2015
If I had a camera that could capture flaws,
Darling I know it wouldn't capture yours.
Baby, you're perfect,
Perfect as anyone can be .
But darling why can't everyone else see what I can see?

They don't see your chocolate brown eyes,
Those same ones that make me melt.
The same ones that reminds me of that summer near the fireplace.

They don't see your rosy cheeks,
The ones that blush when I mention your slightly crooked teeth.
The ones that lost their colour after that dark, dark day.
The ones that match mine when we played outside in the rain.

They don't see your sense of style.
All they see is a black shirt and crooked tie.
What I see is a beautiful grey suit,
The one that I burried you in that matches your boots.

They don't see your deep brown eyes,
The ones that lost their colour the day you lied.

Darling you promised we were forever!
So why have you been in that casket since December!
Darling you said you would always be with me
So why are you burried six feet deep?!
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