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Angsty poems about someone I can't have, some depression, all kinds of fun stuff... |
A Short Haiku on You You never liked me. How could I have been so dumb To think that you could? Never Meant To Be How could you do this to me? Making me feel things I'd long ago suppressed. How dare you cause this crisis of conscience, And leave me to my own devices. Are other people's feelings just a game to you? You, of all people, should know better. What do I do now? This flip you've switch is not so easily turned off. But there's no point in leaving it on, is there? Because nothing will ever happen between us. Wish I wish she wondered how my day was As often as I wonder about hers. I wish she thought about me As much as I think about her. I wish she wondered what I was doing As much as I wonder about her. I wish she daydreamed about me As much as I do about her. I wish she longed for me Like I long for her. I wish she loved me Like I love her. Darkness In the dark of my room I let in the gloom. Finally, free to let go. Tired, exhausted, Of feeling things I shouldn't. I let the all-consuming sadness, The loneliness, Wash over me. Nagging thoughts ruminating, Gnawing, Like termites in the back of my mind. A few tears escape, All I can muster From the dredges. Dead inside And too emotional All at the same time. I close my eyes. The sweet reprieve of sleep Finally finds me. Crush They call it a "crush" Because it's such a burden; A black cloak that Smothers your soul, Cuts off oxygen To the brain, Rendering you dumb. They call it a "crush" Because it feels like An impossible weight That will never lift, Slowly squeezing you To death. They call it a "crush" Because it slowly kills Your desire To do anything Logical; Intrusive thoughts All-consuming, Your mind no longer Your own. They call it a "crush" Because it feels Like a bottomless pit Of despair; No hope, Only darkness, And no way out. Morning Thoughts Why can't I Just let go of hope? Life would be So much easier. All I want Is peace of mind... But that's not quite true, Is it? A calm mind, yes, Not riddled with Thoughts of what Will never be. But also, What I really want, Is for you To just love me. My Weakness The smooth skin of your fingers Entwined with mine. The feel of your silky, downy hair At the nape of your neck. The electrifying gentleness Of your kiss upon my cheek. I try to gather my strength, But your touch makes me weak. Ran I ran. I ran and ran until My lungs burned and My blood was battery acid. I ran. I ran and ran until I felt like puking, My muscles tense. I ran. I ran and ran until I physically couldn't, Just to get away from you. Ripped Apart I don't feel like eating. Nothing new. I sleep like shit, Thinking of you. Why have I let you Wreck me once again? I thought this was something new, Perhaps a special friend. But here I am again, Feeling awfully dumb. Instead of feeling joy I only feel numb. When will I learn To guard my heart Instead of letting you Rip it apart? Why Me? Why did you have to tell me? Why did you share your secret with me? Why couldn't it have been someone else? Why did you flirt with me? Why did you have to put ideas in my head? Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? Why did I have to love you? |