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rk Apr 2
and maybe that's why
after seven summers
passing between us
i still find myself
coming back here
because it's the only place
that i get to love you.
The Romantic Apr 1
Marbled,
guiding madness of delicate
fragile yet submissive
ear *******
Fragile
as a live symphony
Maria Etre Mar 28
Sleep
only
- robs me -
of
your
presence
Faith Cubitt Mar 25
what if I never forget you....
what if ten years go by and I still remember how your upper lip twitched in that lop sided way when you were confused.
what if I meet someone new but all I see in them is missing pieces of you....
what if twenty years drag on and I'm still stuck on you.
how you smelt of pine and whiskey, tears and regrets.
what if every night when I lay in bed I wish you were there beside me, holding me, feeling your heart beat against mine.
what if life gets away from me and I miss out on everything I want, because you were most of it.
what if I'm on my death bed, aged with gray hair and tired skin, and my last thought is that I spent my whole life loving you, even when you didn't love me back.... even if you left?
It looks like I've spent my whole life loving you....
Jay Mar 23
This bed was made for two, yet it still feels empty without you. The sheets twist and tangle, much like the echoes of our laughter that once filled this space. These pillows, once cradling our heads, now hold only the ghosts of whispered secrets. Your warmth fades too quickly, replaced by a cold that lingers in silence and longing. Moonlight spills through the blinds, tracing the spot where your touch once rested. I find you in my dreams, but like the tide pulling away from the shore, our love slips beyond my grasp. This bed, meant for two, stretches wide and hollow, like a map of the moments we once traced upon it together. And no matter how deep I sink into the mattress, it will never feel full without your embrace.
Lily Daisy Mar 21
Have you ever missed someone so much?
That you play their favorite song on loop.
This love is really something you can never undo,
The melody of the song, it lingers through
Etching our memories to the air;
Memories of us hand in hand in the same road…
I open my eyes and you are no longer there.

I play your favorite song to remember you
Every note and word pulls me closer
I feel you so near to me for a moment ;
but then I open my eyes and
the silence reminds me you are gone!

I see the reflection of us;
When we were so lost in the melody
Hands in each other’s, spinning slow
Running, dancing, so breathless with joy
never thinking we’d have to go.

I know you are not here, but your smell;
It still lingers in the air,
in this song, in every sigh
Time can never take your memories from me, my love,
You live in these songs that make me cry.

A thing called love- you used to say
And
Nothing is so sharper than goodbye…
I know you are gone and may be you’ll never be back…
But I’ll always always keep you near…
in this song in my heart that will never die.
SPhiros Mar 20
An engine built to run forever
Cracks beneath the weight of winter.
Ironic—when we've only known summer,
Yet here we are, frozen in time.

The warmth that once kept it alive
Now threatens to burn it down.
A fire waiting to ignite,
A winter that refuses to pass.

Still, a burning warmth lingers—
Not from the sun, nor from the sky,
But from a presence, close yet distant,
A force both near and out of reach.

Words collide,
Paragraphs misaligned,
Like rusted gears,
They grind and slip inside my mind.

A missing piece—unseen yet felt,
Leaving the whole incomplete.
Spinning endlessly, yet stuck in place,
No matter how I push, I stay the same.

Now tell me, how does one turn,
When the piece that makes it whole
Rests in the hands
Of someone who will never return?
James Ignotus Mar 17
Allow me to explain.
Outside, the sky weeps with silver threads,
but it is not truly raining.
The ground is dry beneath my feet,
yet I swear, I feel myself drowning.

In reality—
It is not the storm that chills me,
but the absence of warmth once promised.
Not the wind that carves my bones,
but the silence where your laughter should be.

My zinc winter
clangs hollow where your voice once rang,
a dull, muted season rusted in regret.
The frost bites, not with fangs, but with longing,
etching your name in the breath of the glass.

Is missing
a thaw, a bloom, a sky unstained by memory.
The ache of frozen hands reaching
for what has already melted away.

Your blue spring—
a color I can no longer find,
an echo of something soft and radiant,
like the first petal that dares to rise
from the ruin of winter’s hands.

Tell me,
is it raining where you are?
polina Mar 13
I hope you never forget me
Our inside jokes and the memories I see
When I close my eyes, longing
For that heartbreaking belonging

I hope you don’t forget my smile
Or the way I look like while I cry
I hope our memories still haunt you,
Because I miss you every time I lie
Andrew Mar 8
The chair where you sat is still warm,
but the room has forgotten your voice.
The echoes have softened into dust,
settling in corners I cannot reach.

The morning does not knock the same way.
Its light does not ask for permission,
only spills itself across the floor,
searching for you.

Your name lingers in my throat,
a letter left unsent.
I fold it, once, twice—
but where could it go?

The streets carry on, unburdened.
Even the train you took does not look back.
Only I remain,
watching the last light fade,
pretending it might return.
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