I Left
I didn't leave because
I stopped loving you
Or even never did
I left because
I couldn't bear the thought of you not loving me
Poems on the topic: love
Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.
Mum
When my mum said I deserve better
I snap to your defense out of habit
He still loves me I shout
She looks at me with wise eyes
The way a mum looks at her daughter
Feeling it is the kind of thing
Even she cannot fix
It means nothing to me if he loves you
If he cannot do a single wretched thing about it
Language Of Love
Be mine
Don't be hers
Trust me
Don't trust the wrong ones
Take my hand
Don't leave me hanging
Let me lead you
Not push you away
Learn my language
Don't misunderstand me
The Loving
When I met your eyes
Those caramel hazel tone
Sparkled with bits of freshly cut grass
This tiny mouth smirking as I
Look at you one moment too long
You already knew how I felt around people
Hurt by the roots of my existence
Punished by the woman
Who used to be my home
I thought I've just found my new shelter
When you embrace me with your arms
Feeling like nothing could hurt me anymore
Nothing could
But you.
* * *
Oh, silent celestial evening sphere
Whose hook is your own heart,
Distant longing and looking near,
Injured by longest inches apart,
What bright eyes and silken voice
Compels kings imprisoned by own choice?
Was it that cruelest soulful dearth
To have Heaven's gem tethered to Earth?
At times like these, I have a thought
As you hover 'bove the lake,
"Do we endure for endurance sake
Or is there nothing that casts the lot?"
Why can't the heart be told where to land?
Doesn't it know rocks near oceans always turn to sand?
Yet still insists on where to go
Yet has no proof for it to show.
* * *
Yours; rugged.
Mine; soft.
Yours; worn out.
Mine; never worked a day.
Our hands are so different but yet exactly the same.
We both have ten fingers.
We both have our life stories written on our palms.
Our hands will meet soon.
They'll tell stories to each other.
Stories of failure.
Stories of love.
Stories of pain.
And everything in between.
Our hands will touch soon.
They'll feel each others heartbeats.
Slowly at first.
Reflection
I already knew you
so well when we met,
because your brokenness
resembled the reflection
I see everyday in the mirror.
Still
You want me to pretend we never met,
but that's impossible.
It's easier to pretend
we still love each other.
* * *
Sadness so intense that tears won't fall.
Anger so heavy your muscles ache.
Fear surrounding like an ocean with no shore. All because she loves too much.
* * *
i let him go to the way he want
am i supposed to be sad ?
* * *
there are many times when i feel like i was died.
the first one is the day you left me
* * *
what is the purpose of love when you cant feel anything
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