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Brumous Jun 2021
"you're so pretty,"

I was never the hopeless romantic,
but being in a state of this,
makes me panic
I have written love poems for the past few days and I'm not even in love with somebody
Brumous Jun 2021
your hips in my hand,
I'd swing you to no end
I'll hold you, darling
...please hold me too.

Then, maybe.
I'll be yours,
and you'll be mine
once again.
This is too romantic or some sorts-
God, too much Cruella, and I still haven't watched it yet.
Well, this ***** ad it doesn't rhymeeeeee
Brumous Jun 2021
If one can be drunk on love,
I'd rather stay sober
than having headaches
and the wretched pain
of a hangover.
I don't drink, alright.

edit: I changed hungover to "hangover," it was surely a typo since I needed to copy then paste it because the 502 thingies kept happening
Brumous Jun 2021
sunset kisses
shared
in
the
moments
of
bliss

all
I know
is
that
you
can't reason
with this
Uh, I made this out of nowhere.
Brumous Jun 2021
If I had the chance to love you
I won't take it,


I'd love you from afar as I watch the clouds
wash over the moon with curtains of black
and showered with fragments of you
Brumous Jun 2021
I knew how stupid I was,
to believe you
without a second thought

But, I wish you'd remember
the touches of care,
the way I ruffled your hair

I wish they comforted you
as my words were fruitless
to express worry

when loose tears appeared
and slipped down your cheeks

I liked you
despite the lies told

Now, that's passed
I'm the one who remembers
and you forgot.
It wasn't love
Perhaps it was infatuation.

We aren't necessarily friends. They were somebody
...somebody I cared for
Brumous Jun 2021
my back feels empty
my heart does too
the bed doesn't cover it
the pillow I shield myself with
never do

right now,
i can't be satisfied
it just hurts,
my heart hurts

...physically
I've been feeling slight aching in my heart; it feels like it has been squeezed or something. I know that it hurts a little...

My back feels a little bit empty, but maybe I just wanted to be hugged like I hugged my friends. I wished they did it back...
Brumous Jun 2021
I once believed
that I was unique,
now
a fool
Brumous Jun 2021
i wish i was a dinosaur
free with broad lands to soar
dead but has the world to adore

yet here i am sitting on the floor
with thoughts stored
like a wooden box

i am at war with myself
such a chore

tears hide behind the door
i can't take it anymore
Brumous Jun 2021
fear creeps in
was it anxiety?

choking on the sobs
which never existed

I nervously laugh
at my foolish self

With nothing to gain,
and everything to lose

I'm such a disappointment.

why am I crying?
I'm the one at fault,
i hate it
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