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Gabbro May 13
I’ve always said that I lack self-control
Can’t make a horse stop to drink
Can't get my thoughts complete
No matter how much I think

I try to think my morality is a compass, but I’m scared,
That this is only true if someone needs me
To navigate, I don't know where I’m going
So what good is a compass to me? I don't want

To go places, I just want to go
With people, and if I can be with people
I’ll think of myself a guide, a mentor, a helper.
But riding on the whims of others is no form

Of Discipline, the kind our parents gave us
Wasn't real because discipline isn't something
Given its something found inside yourself,
And I’m still searching because Im weak

To my own desires as I am to others
And I’m even weaker still to you
I didn't even need to be with people
When I could be with you, it scared me.

I’m a Grandfather clock floating off the seaside
And every hour on the hour thoughts of you bang
Through my head like piano notes, starting few
In the afternoon, Ring, Ring-Ringg, Ring-Ringg-Ringgg

You sound in my mind a dozen times every midnight
And while I flow above this Green Sea, I see a light-
House, Shining Pink-Orange at me, but theres a gray
Fog between us, not gray ash, but blue-gray, like Chartreux

I checked your spotify today, I'm sure you can tell,
One of the bangs told me to, and we both know
How well I say no, But i'm glad it did, because it
Let me know, that you feel the gray too, and maybe Pink-Orange as well?
For T
Gabbro May 14
I’m visiting places you’ve never been— Still I find you there.
It is beautifully sad to see you in everything. I want
Tears of joy, not regret, when I see orchids on my wedding day
For T
The space between us used to hum,
A symphony of whispered fun,
Now silence sits, a heavy guest,
Where laughter flowed, and joy was blessed.

We built a world, a vibrant hue,
Shared dreams that felt forever true,
Now tinted gray, the colors fade,
A memory of promises made.

Remember nights beneath the stars,
Secrets shared, behind life's bars,
Each other's anchor, strong and deep,
Secrets that now we softly keep.

A simple glance could say it all,
Before the rise, before the fall,
Now eyes avoid, a painful game,
Where neither whispers out the name,

Of what we lost, or let erode,
A bond we carried on the road,
The road of life, with twists and turns,
Where fire flickered, slowly burns.

No angry words, no shouting cries,
Just quiet tears behind our eyes,
A gentle drift, a silent pull,
Leaving hearts heavy, spirits dull.

We walk on eggshells, light and slow,
Afraid to ask, afraid to know,
The reason why, the where and when,
Our story fractured, not again.

But here we stand, on opposite sides,
Where comfort once securely hides,
A hollow echo, faint and weak,
Words left unspoken, we can't speak.

The distance grows with every day,
As feelings silently decay,
A chasm forms, a widening tear,
Leaving only emptiness to fear.

Perhaps someday, the ice will thaw,
And understanding we will draw,
But until then, we both must bear,
This weight of silence, in the air.

Two souls adrift, no longer near,
Haunted by what once was clear,
The unspoken truth, a constant sting,
The end of everything.
Sara Ann Apr 20
I cracked open my chest in front of the mirror

Dug around for the light switch

I found your sweater thrown over one of my ribs

and a note you had left on my heart in sharpie

‘I was here’

Though, i know you meant ‘will always be’
Michelle Feb 21
i used to write my heart out
hoping maybe one day my words would get through
hoping that you would understand the pain you caused
hoping that the words would allow you to see how much you have hurt me
allow you to see the way your words take effect in my mind

i no longer write my heart out
because you broke me past my breaking point
your hurtful words no longer linger around my soul
this was when i learned it was time to let go
Izzi Nov 2024
Missing you,
as always.
Your kind amber eyes.
The soft sound of your laughter.

The memory of you, dances between my thoughts.

Day in.
Day out.

Nothing new.
Hanzou Oct 2024
In the quiet hours, your laughter lingers,
Echoes of memories dance on my mind’s stage.
Each shadow whispers of love’s tender fingers,
Yet here I stand, a heart caught in a cage.

Stars above witness the nights I still yearn,
For the warmth of your gaze that once felt like home.
In dreams, I reach out, but the tides never turn,
As I wander this world, forever alone.
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