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Leigh Marie Apr 2017
maybe, I'm holding on to the best parts of you
but there are so many best parts that
I don't wanna let go, I can't let go
can't open my hand to wave good bye
can't open my arms to anyone else
didn't have you long enough to
say I love you but
boy did I
knew that for a while cause
I always had

I said happy birthday cause
that's my white flag
my bridge to over it
my olive branch
but I haven't heard from you since

I miss the feeling that you weren't going anywhere
cause your 4 am hellos were enough
your "you're probably not awake"
your "have you heard this song"
my, being awake
my, "I love that song too"
were all enough
do you still think of me when you
hear those songs or find that art
or have you completely forgotten about us
riding together in your car like we had started
the beginning of forever?

I try to forget I miss you by
finding the good in everyone else
finding prospect in guys not meant for me
maybe you were not meant for me either

So instead I tell my stories, of my crazy, funny friend
and how he lights up my time at home
with good luck and bad timing
how everything for him always works out
but almost falls apart
of our time together, in the car, driving
incidents with police officers
where I kept my cool and
your good fortune got us out unscathed

I tell them about the time you stopped in the intersection,
just to make me laugh till
I pulled you back in the car and we drove away

I keep to myself that first morning after in the car, silent
we didn't talk for 30 minutes till
you told me you wanted to buy fruit leather
I don't even know what fruit leather is

I keep to myself the time you looked at me and
told me how she broke your heart
I keep to myself the time you broke my heart

All our best times together were in the car
going somewhere or nowhere
just going, together  
going out for coffee, but you, not getting coffee
cause you don't like coffee but I always forget and
pick the same place to eat
you never remind me that you don't like coffee
if you ring me again I promise, I won't forget that
you don't like coffee
Silverflame Mar 2017
We almost made it
Hence the word almost
You left with no trace

Do you regret leaving?
I* am a mess without you
Don't pretend we were nothing

You promised you'd be there for me
Only me
Unfortunately, you lied

Liquor is now your replacement
Eating seems pointless
After you left, everything lost meaning
Volcano meets tornado
Erase my foolishness

Maybe I still love you
Even now, when you don't deserve it

*?
This is an acrostic poem I wrote a long time ago...
Sarah Feb 2017
Almost is a word often used
with negative connotation
Synonymous with
nigh
nearly
not quite
When the thing you strive for
is just barely out of reach.

"He almost caught the train"
"She almost fell in love"

In this case, it's different.
What I would give
for an almost right now...
"It was almost too late"
"She almost didn't make it"
"We almost lost you"
Yani Feb 2017
We both tried
We both cried
Love left us, me
Hanging on a twig of a tree
On a cliff that we made
Or so I thought truth laid
About to fall alone
My tears have been long gone
Absorbed by the dryness
Of a heart once in madness.
Emma Feb 2017
We are the perfect definition of almost
Two parallel lines that get so close
They almost kiss
Almost touch
Almost
You go to bed while I rise
You're in South Carolina and I'm in Texas
I'm Texas while you're in South Carolina
We just barely missed each other
Almost met
Almost
We are 11:12
The missed calls
The last seconds of the song on the radio
The first kiss that didn't happen
The eyes that didn't meet
The unspoken apologies
The parallel lines
We are almost
all the Failed potential in the world
Stuck in one word
Two syllables
Six letters
You almost loved me
I was almost enough
We almost happened
Almost
Dear William.
Shyanna Ashcraft Feb 2017
Heartbreak
Is not an overreaction
Is not a figment of imagination
of the ones who feel too much

Heartbreak
Is not simply a word
for the ones who have loss.
Is not simple at all.

Heartbreak
Is ripping
Is the tearing
of one's heart into miniscule pieces.

Heartbreak
Is the breath
that both catches in your throat
and completely leaves your body.

Heartbreak
Is the physical reaction
in which your heart stops beating
and your lungs stop working.

Heartbreak
Is when your smile stops working
but you use it to cover up the tears anyway.
*Is when you picture your life without them in your day.
02-13-14
blue mercury Jan 2017
sometimes i think about you,
and i want to cry until i drown
in self pity and salty tears.
Dawn May 2017
I was always out of breath
for gazing at such beautiful things
and for chasing after them.

Running after them
felt like cardio,
a routine
to keep my heart capable
of loving
and enduring.

But I guess I was wrong.

Because
Love isn't something
that one needs to prepare for.

Love is something
that catches you off guard,
making you stumble
no matter how much
you've practiced to balance.

So maybe I've been running
after
the wrong things
and
the wrong people.

*Maybe I have yet
to fall
and plummet
in love.
I really loved watching How I Met Your Mother (HIMYM). There's this one ep where Victoria mentions that in Germany, there's a word for something that seems like what you're looking for, but not quite so. And the word is 'beinaheleidenschaftsgegenstand', and I used it for my title. However since it's so lengthy, i substituted a few of the letters with ellipsis, basically to add to aesthetics.
Shiz Jan 2017
today I read a book about a girl who rebuilt herself
who escaped the most dangerous prison in the world
also knows as her mind
today I read a book about a girl who decided to fight back and be okay
and I saw so much of myself in her
so I know I'll be okay
even my scars have scars of their own
and it doesn't hurt that much to bleed anymore
but I've realized that while the sky is bright I owe the sun appreciation
even though it's hurt me quite a bit
today I read a book about a girl who chose herself
and since today is a good day
I feel like I can be that girl
happy new year~
Alienpoet Dec 2016
I almost loved you with all my heart
love enters then it starts
In the daydream of souls
In the pages of a diary
In the thoughts of a madman
A sad man from all his almosts
Love never surrenders
It is our ghost.
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