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Love Doesn't Hurt.
Love doesn’t hurt. That’s not the worst thing. The worst thing he could do is tell me he loves me and not mean it. To make me believe that I’m enough for him to care when in reality my name could be mentioned and he would feel nothing. That’s the thing with love, some thrive while others crave. And when you begin to feel that the love you thought existed is and was only ever one sided, that’s when you crash. The thought that he got to you so much you found yourself telling him everything that you’d tried so hard to keep from anyone else finding out. The thought that when you look at him you can’t help but smile. The thought that he now knows you in so much detail and each and every one of your insecurities and the terrifying thought that he has the capability to use this against you. The thought that you let yourself give your all to him expecting more in return than what you were actually given. The fact that you were finally brave enough to love and was not loved back. That hurts.
Complacency
Complacency is the leading cause of injury in the workplace. Cut keys too many times without using your gloves and you might get cut.
Katrell PlunkettPublished 6 years ago in PoetsMasterpiece
Paint covers my every crevice and inch of my hands Small smudges on my forehead Checks eyes But I cease to notice
Lee ValdiviaPublished 6 years ago in PoetsThrowaway
There are 7.4 billion people in the world and 170 thousand words in the English language in regular use, this is a throwaway I am a throwaway. These words are no more significant than the arrangement of any other words just as my coming to be is no more significant than anyone else. I wasn't really born spectacular in fact I was born short but it wasn't record breaking short it was normal short which is a metaphor for this poem.
Katrell PlunkettPublished 6 years ago in PoetsHigh Thoughts
Now that I am taking a hiatus from smoking, I have decided to dive into the odd depths of my notes on my phone that I have been consistently adding to. When I’m high and have a particularly interesting thought, I jot it down in my notes, to be reassessed with a sober mind. I am a writer as well as a poet, but I fear my high self does not do a good job at portraying that. Still, I present to you, straight from my notes, typos and all, my odd and abstract high thoughts.
Scarlett ElizabethPublished 6 years ago in PoetsUnfold Me
You said one night, you wanted to be free You said that night, that’s why you turned to me That night’s cool breeze, I took you hither and yon
Ian HarrisPublished 6 years ago in PoetsWinding Thoughts
You never know someone’s true intentions with you. Closeness with someone I love may still never be reassuring enough to calm the thoughts screaming that I am simply not meant to have good things in this life.
Tasting Despair
I have been diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, General Anxiety Disorder, PTSD, ADHD, Binge-Eating Disorder, and back and forth, Bulimia and Anorexia. I'm also an alcoholic.
C. K. AdamsPublished 6 years ago in PoetsBus Stop
I am waiting at the bus stop sitting in the circle of light beneath the lamppost writing on my phone I'm deeply locked in a thought
Fiachra O'Published 6 years ago in PoetsArmy Wife
One more night he gets to sleep in our bed. Then it will be MY bed. My big empty bed. He will be gone again. Gone. Gone to what seems another planet.
Jessica DixonPublished 6 years ago in PoetsShe Breathes
Heart pulsating. Heavy breathing. Wind whipping her hair. Running. Running. Through the trees. Don't look back Looked back.
Megan RushPublished 6 years ago in PoetsIt's Been a While
It’s been a while. — "It's been awhile, how are you?" You asked and I didn't answer. "Not talking, huh? I remember when you used to talk all the time," You stopped your words for a moment, looked upon my bed and sat down beside me and crossed your legs, continuing your thoughts, "You would go on and on about how bright the skies always were. Even on the gloomiest days, you always seemed to make them so delightful and beautiful. I remember you jumping with joy when the skies changed colors. You'd take pictures every single time. I stood behind you, watching you as your eyes wandered the horizon. Now things have changed, yet you somehow still made my darkest nights turn into the brightest of days. You would take the stars from your heart and place them in my eyes. I saw better with them. The moon used to shine in your eyes and you were entranced by the beauty that she was. I enjoyed it immensely, all that you do. It was the best goddamn thing I had.”