Broken Hearted, change in people, Losing Someone, poem, Poetry, sadness

A Bigger Smile

Sitting side by side with our faces on our phones.
We look like we’re together, but it feels we’re all alone.
We have our own worlds now with barriers thick as stone.
Our memories are no longer embedded deep within our bones.

We used to hug each other and talk for hours.
We used to laugh at lovers who prefer chocolates and flowers.
For we knew that our love would never grow old and sour.
But somehow it ended up losing all of its power.

Now we don’t even talk like we’re friends anymore.
We now look like people who’ve lost all their amor.
But maybe it’s for the best that we broke our hearts on the floor.
Maybe the best thing we did was slam the door.

It’s only been 4 months, but you look happier, yes you do.
Your smile is twice as bigger, compared to when I was with you.
And don’t worry I won’t take it personal that you’ve found someone new.
Because I realized something that is painfully true;
You certainly look happier when I’m not with you.

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Losing Someone, messy relationships, Poetry, Uncategorized

Go On And Move On

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Go on and live your life, don’t worry about me.
Go ahead and move on and focus on being happy.
Don’t mind me because I’m used to being lonely.
I’m used to keeping misery as my own company.


Don’t think about the nights that we spent cuddling.
Don’t think about the days that we wasted hugging.
Forget about the times in which we both were laughing
And don’t even recall all the moments that we were loving.


Loving each other and being in each other’s arms.
Erase those memories when we protected each other from harm.
Obliterate those thoughts that we treated each other like charms.
Go ahead and find yourself a greener pasture and a farm.


Don’t wallow in our past that was filled with love.
Filled with hugs and kisses which was a gift from above.
Go ahead and fly like a beautiful little dove
And let me drown in my sorrows ’cause they fit just like a glove.

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Alone, Depression, Losing Someone, Poetry

I Aim to Forget

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My day consists of hangovers and vomits.
I wake up in a haze of nausea.
I’m trying to avoid reliving happy moments.
I honestly wish I had amnesia.


So I could forget you,
The reason I’m blue.
‘Cause you left me with this miserable goo
That sticks like glue.


I drink a shot of tequila
And gulp down a bottle of vodka.
I then meet up with Molly,
In hopes that she can make me jolly.


I numb myself so I could block the pain.
I learned how to play this reckless game.
The game of vices, acting as my saviors.
My momentary escape are drugs and liquors.


‘Cause it’s the only way my memories won’t bother me.
‘Cause thoughts of you are corrupting my sanity.
The grief and agony are driving me to insanity.
So I need to stay high, ’cause the only cure is apathy.
‘Cause drifting away is what makes me happy.

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Broken Hearted, Depression, Losing Someone, Poetry

We Could Have Had It All

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Insomnia has a grip on me again.

Not because I’m bored,

But because of a brooding pain

I’ve always abhorred.


 It is the pain of loss.

That sickening gut wrenching feeling.

It’s like having a parasitic moss

Which sucks the life out of the living.


I love you & will always do.

I’m pretty sure you know it too.

But despite this fact you kept on attacking me boo.

Despite my efforts you persisted on making us blue.


You would start fights

That would go on all night.

You kept making mountains out of mole hills.

You made our love into a living hell.


All the talks that we had got wasted.

All our efforts to fix “us” got busted.

All because of your senseless jealousy.

All because of your unrequited insecurity.


I don’t blame you though,

 You probably did your best.

I know you also regret we’ve fallen down so low.

Your demons probably got the best of you I guess.


But I’ll tell you one thing,

It won’t be the thought of losing you

That’ll keep me tossing & turning.

It’ll be the thought of what could’ve been me & you

& how wonderful we could’ve been if you had faith in me too.

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