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Jessica Jarvis Nov 2018
You know, I haven't written in a while.
It's been hard, because I don't know what makes me smile
anymore. I see one's eyes, feel his fingers through my hair,
while, on another note, I cannot forget how another one cared.
I thought love was something that I once knew,
until my love for my best friend suddenly grew.
I fought and I argued and I justified the means,
but now my heart hurts from hearing my head's screams.
I'm torn, I'm broken, and my heart has been shattered.
I don't know what to think, as my romantic thoughts scatter.
I can't help that one is so close of the two,
but also can't help but wonder if the One is You.
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo;
why were you the one to go?
Why is another one so close by?
How can you both cause my heart's cry?
The time is not now, so I'll wait for it's end,
but it's difficult when some want to be more than friends.
I wonder if this collision is sometimes inevitable,
but if this is it, how could I feel so terrible?
I don't hate the kindness or subtle ways of affection,
but it feels like that's the surface of this overwhelming infection.
One overtakes me completely, working hard with great intention,
while another barely speaks, and he has all of my attention.
Which love is greater? Is there such a love as this
that can take my breath away with a subtle little miss,
or is it of another, the one who gives me all his time
to sweep me off my feet while the ground is one my mind?
Am I falling in love or caught in it's memory?
Can I call it quits now, or still wait for my legacy?
If I knew, I wouldn't be ranting in a poem.
I just wish I had closure, so I could better know Him.
11/9/18

Love is scary for the impatient ones, as there is danger in the unknown... but why is this unknown?

I don't know.
I'm not broken
This is who I am now
I'm my own perfect
But he sees me as a broken toy
But still in love with the shattered fragments.
Brittle lady
ClawedBeauty101 Oct 2018
Well, guess what?
I'm really completely broken apart inside
thrown and shattered into tiny pieces that lie
This is just am outside cover...
Impressed?
Kelli Oct 2018
but you don't know the feeling
of no longer being able to find the memory
of the way your lips tasted against mine
no matter how hard you concentrate
and beg your mind to remember
if only just for a moment.

and you don't know the feeling
of when you finally come to terms with that fact
only to wake up
soaked in sweat and tears,
shocked and shattered in the deepest part of your soul
by a dream that brought your lips back to mine.

-Even when I forget every last piece of you, my dreams never will
EveOfWhat Aug 2018
My thoughts are broken,
shattered, crumbling into intricate spiderwebs
that stretch out forever..
Too delicate for my crude hands, my crude self.
So I hide them,
Hide them in the crevices of my soul, and weep.
Weep, because I can never make
Anything perfect, whole...

But maybe, just maybe...perhaps...
What's broken can be beautiful too.
Camryn Oct 2018
I'm shattered to pieces,
I'm always in pain,
And I'm not sure,
If I'm still sane.

I can't hear noise,
I can't speak,
I can't move,
from feeling so weak.

So I lie here,
Never to be woken,
In sorrow and pain,
because I am broken.
sushii Oct 2018
my dear, your eyes are made of glass...
oh, no...it seems they have shattered again.

my love, you must understand that...
the most beautiful eyes
have to be formed with heat.

oh, darling,
it seems i have melted them again.


oh, no...i seem to have hurt you...



the fragments of your shattered eyes


are making you bleed again.
Matteo Palermo Oct 2018
What is time?
When this was the only thing that meant
Anything to me
What is time?
When the clock is going the wrong way
Regressing into my past self
Fading into the person I never wanted to be
Again
You brought me back down
Taught me
The clock ticked for awhile
But it shattered
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