A Gift of Poems
The only real thing you gave is poetry to rattle my bones.
Poems on the topic: love
Poems on the topic “love” on Poets.by.
When you Offer me your Love
When you offer me your love,
Do not offer it halfway and insist I see the glass half full,
I am not a reservoir.
Do not tell me to walk on coals to meet you;
To brave the tides, taking the first step by blind faith,
I cannot do that, my box of excuses has reached its limit.
If I cannot see your love, shinning on the darkest nights
Then do not offer it to me at all.
Strained
My heart is strained from chasing yours everywhere.
Stay
It is weird that you're the fixed point on which my world revolves,
No Matter how many heartbreaks and unrequited love,
I always wonder back to you,
To our moment, and it's good for a time,
For a time you aren't drifting away,
For a time you're choosing me.
In those moment, I seem to forget that it's temporary,
This love of ours.
It's just a jump start for another three hundred and sixty five days without, wondering why you never choose to stay.
The One
If I ever write about you, what will I say?
That you were the one?
The one I should never have met,
Because everyone after has to battle with the after taste of our love.
What will I say?
I'm sorry I let you hurt me;
I'm sorry that every time they say they love me,
I hear your voice,
See your face
And it clouds me,
It makes me disbelieve.
I'm sorry I thought you were the one so I can't think they are too.
Stories
There are no stories in my heart where the hero triumphs,
Just theatric horror where you call to the void,
in hopes help comes running.
That is how my love is;
A deflated ball still bent on bouncing.
if i could
if i could just
turn back time
for this past few months
i wont be doing this
i wont try to get close to you
i wont try to get to know you
because now
i just couldnt stop
falling more into you
my heart can't stand this
and its hurt
because sometimes
you dont seem to care
you dont seem to understand what i feel
you dont seem to feel what i feel
i was blurred by my own feeling
except them
He likes her,
She likes him too,
Everyone knows,
Except them.
one day
one day
she finally realized that
she acts so stupid back then
loving someone
who hurts her like hell
who doesnt even care how she felt
and ignore her like she's nothing
but a cold and heartless girl
when the truth is,
she's dying inside,
hurting
because of him
but then now
she's slowly healing
sometimes the feeling still the same
sometimes she doesnt even care
it would be so nice
it must have felt
so nice,
to be able
to pour out
the love you have
for someone
wholeheartedly
to be able
to tell them
how much you worried
about them
when they ride out
at midnight
to get to listen
about how their days went
for every single days,
live well
please
don't live a quiet life.
please do live a loud life,
live so well and healthy.
because
that's the only way
of me,
healing this
feeling of
missing you.
i want to see you live your life well.
with or without me.
the same
at the end of the day,
you still tend to
push me away
and build a wall
between us.
and i will
always be
the one
who loves more.
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