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 Jan 2015 Justin Case
Nur Almaz
I have doubts,
I have insecurities,
I have problems.

I have feelings,
I have emotions,
I have love.

I have a heart,
I have a brain,
I have a life.

But most of all,
I have God.

And that makes me most human after all.
Who are you
to toy with her heart
play with her innocence
tear her apart?

Who are you
to place a kiss
slowly and lovingly
upon her lips?

Who are you
to destroy her after?
You've had your fun
you're filled with laughter.

Who are you
to make her fall in love
promise her the world
let her fly like a dove?

But this dove
doesn't fly anymore.
You destroyed her heart
left her aching and sore.

Now this girl
whose heart you defeated
she doesn't understand
she feels alone and depleted.


To all the girls,
you're not a toy.
You're worth so much more,
than some stupid boy.
 Jan 2015 Justin Case
Kate Irons
the day that you finally left was
the day that my heart slowly stopped beating
and my hands started shaking
 Jan 2015 Justin Case
Kate Irons
the day that you walked out was the day that the bottles we threw finally broke on my face
 Jan 2015 Justin Case
Kate Irons
i'm running from the pain but i always get stopped at a dead end
Love makes me cry
a thousand times or more
But true love
does crazy things
like loving someone
for a thousand years or more
even though ...
one could only live
up to 50........

Love makes me cry
Living in ruins
Eternity in dreams
Making impossibles possible
How could it be?
 Jan 2015 Justin Case
DC raw love
i would rather die on my feet
than live on my knee's

*he died for freedom of expression
 Jan 2015 Justin Case
B
You meant the world to me. You kept me sane when I thought I might go crazy. You were my escape. I was okay for a little while after you left, but ****. My heart feels as if it has sunk deep into my chest and went into hibernation. I feel so numb and I'm not sure if that is a good thing or not. There's not a lot I feel anymore, but God, when I think about how much I miss you, I can't help but tear up and feel like screaming. It's been three months and it still hurts the same. My heart stopped the day I lost you and it hasn't started beating since. Maybe that's a good thing, though.



                               B.S.
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