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Isn’t it so ironic
That the three of us
We represent
Light
Life
Love

But Light
Locks himself away
In his room shut in
Doesn’t show himself
After games begin

And Life
She questions every day
Through starry moonlit nights
Trying not to open
The thoughts of her life’s plights

Ah, Love
A gentle feeling, right?
But Love’s a painful kid
And his actions contradict
What Love has all forbid

Isn’t it odd?
My siblings and I
Aren’t destined to be this way.
I feel so stereotyped
I say I like one thing
And that’s all I’m known for
I said I liked
A game
That’s all she saw
A girl
They labeled me lesbian
A genre
They insisted I’m weird
Why is it
People only see
One side of me?
I’m so much more
Than a game
A crush
A book genre
Or some naive
Little kid.
I remembered!
So many apples
Yet I choose none
Because out of them all
Only she
Is the apple of my eye
Her touch is so intoxicating
Holding her feels forbidden
Like Eve eating the apple
And just as similarly in the end
These feelings are inevitable.
I like to think
That my luck is so good
That its bad
And it sure as heck is bad
‘Cause everything ends up wrong
Despite everything right
That I do
My lunches are loud
Friends gather around
To talk and chat
But to me
They’re quiet
And I hate that
I miss
The feeling
Of your presence
And those few times
You would visit my table
And I hate
The feeling you left me with
That lingering sense
Of your absence.
Maniac4luv Sep 25
There was no reason
For you to be kind
To me
For all I have done
And I wonder what
You see in me
And why you always
Continue to listen
To my rants
To my emotions
To my stupidity
To me.
Maniac4luv Sep 24
Why should I even bother
Keeping my grades up
I didn’t want this anyway
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