Tag Archives: poetry

Happiness

I had to put them there

I saw it coming from the start,

But still it came as a surprise.
Me carrying around this heavy heart,
Cause yours is made of ice.
Tonight you said those words out loud,
Words I had to put there first,
Cause you feel like a fraud,
Not realizing you did the worst.
Immediately I felt sorry for you,
it must be awful feeling like this,
But not long after I realised the truth,
all those things about you I will miss.
I don’t know what hurts more,
Not being loved by the one,
Or not being able to kiss you anymore,
Can’t believe everything is gone.
Now we are no longer speaking,
And I don’t even act like I’m OK,
I can’t, I constantly hear my voice squeaking,
Will there ever be a better day?
Please tell me things will be less bad,
I can’t bare being without him,
I thought time would make me less sad,
But months later my heart’s still grimm.
Standard
Heartbreak

No belief

My mind knows things

but my heart won’t listen

My friends tell me no

but your face screams yes

I belief in this thing called love

this thing you aren’t capable of

I’d like to lie to myself about it too,

all to disguise how much I love you.

Being with you is like going to a masquerade,

at first I’m nervous, a bit afraid.

But soon I notice I do not have to be,

We are hiding, even though it’s just you and me.

Standard
Heartbreak

Heart stolen

You stole my heart,

it sounds adorable,

but it isn’t.

in fact, it’s quite awful.

 

You stealing my heart,

meaning it is all yours.

I can no longer have it,

I do not control its course.

 

You stole it,

and with you being gone,

it is officially missing,

and that is just wrong.

 

I have nothing to give,

nothing to offer a new you,

cause there’s just a black hole,

and a girl feeling blue.

 

It took me a long time to see,

that I needed my heart returned.

I am still not sure of it,

but you really got me burned.

 

I am still thinking about you,

still you take my breath away,

but I need to own my heart again,

to live and love another day.

Standard
Heartbreak

Oxygen

It was not meant to happen this way.
We were never supposed to stick this long.
A summer fling, is what I would say.
But now even the autumn leaves are long gone.

This was not supposed to happen, boo
You aren’t even built for a love like this.
Yet every extra moment I get with you,
fills my heart with so much bliss.

It’s the moments we are not together,
that make me feel useless.
No matter how many changes of weather,
We keep on doing this.

Am I just convenient to you man,
Or is this big love distorted by your mind?
Please share it if you can,
Cause what I have to give is so kind.

Standard
Heartbreak

Gone, heart, gone

I gave you a year of my attention,

But what I did not realize,

was how my heart is now yours,

for the rest of my life.

 

You have captured it,

without really trying hard.

It belongs to you now,

even now that we’re apart.

 

Of course I take steps,

little ones, to move on.

to get you outta my head,

but you are never gone.

 

I will always carry a piece of you,

with me, its sad.

I wish I could enjoy another love,

without you in my head.

 

I wish the thought of you would no longer,

take my breath away.

I wish my heart was stronger,

so it could get away from you one day.

 

Standard
Heartbreak

Secret identity

You are waiting for me,
as I am on my way to you.
Looking forward to seeing each other,
but deep down I feel blue.

I am close to your doorstep now.
Every time I am about to hold you again,
I realize that this is not forever.
I remember myself to enjoy it while I still can.

You open the door and as I see your face,
I can’t help but smile, ear to ear.
You press me against you, lovingly,
and away goes my fear.

Our moments together are everything,
But after I feel so low.
The greatest thing I have for you,
Is living in the shadow.

The feelings of love set in,
But I can’t show you that part of me,
The cool girl is who I am on the outside.
And inside, my secret identity

 

Standard
Happiness

Consciously insane

I do not always lay on my bed crying.
Really I don’t.
I do not always smile while dying inside.
Really I don’t.

On good days you will see me strut.
walking confidently through the streets.
Or doing household tasks happily
with a big smile on my face.

It is conscious insanity,
all triggered by your existence.
it is knowingly being crazy,
all triggered by your resistance.

Sweet and sour,
Cold and hot.
Sit and stand.
Winter and summer.

You are all these things wrapped into one.
making me feel on top of the world or totally done.
you make me insane and that is okay,
you make me insane and that is okay.

Standard
Heartbreak

Tell me

You tell your friends
I am your girlfriend
but you forgot to tell me.

I tell my friends
that I love you
and yet I do not tell you.

There is always this odd space
between the two of us.
It’s full of question marks.
I am not sure if it bothers you,
you are not sure if it bothers me,
it is just there.

is it making our love stronger?
or is it keeping us from going deeper?
is this even love?

Tell me man,
cause I’ve been waiting
as patiently as I can be.

tell me man,
cause you make me
so much better than I could ever be.

Standard
Heartbreak

A thousand suns

Sitting on a bus together.
You are falling asleep,
but before you do,
you look at me.

As our eyes meet
you start to smile, twinkling eyes
you do something to me
a little paradise.

it’s like you put a thousand suns
deep inside of me, boo
and as they shine,
their rays shine right back at you.

you seem to be wearing sunglasses though.
hopelessly unfortunate,
I have so much to give.
But you will never know any of it.

yet I sit next to you on the bus
feeling the warmth inside
wishing my love would fade away
and yet wishing you’d hold me tight.

Standard
Happiness

I noticed

We are a war zone of mixed signals.
One moment you make my heart cold.
With your Tinder swipin’ egotistical behaviour,
Do you think I don’t know you can’t be that bold?

And then there are the times that you don’t hurt me.
Instead, you make me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
It is when you take off your glove to hold my hand,
Or buy the magazine for which I write.

We are a war zone of mixed signals.
I can talk about them with my friends forever,
I keep on fantasising what we could be.
Even though I know that is not clever.

The thing is: you do something to me.
Even though we fire our weapons good and bad,
my heart always picks the positive things,
and wants to forget those that make me sad.

In our war zone of mixed signals that is a stupid thing to do,
My little old heart is taking risks, man
But it is not a wrong thing to do,
cause I am open to loving you in any way I can.

And while I am at it,
I will keep on noticing the little things you do,
Like holding a door, calling me your girlfriend to your friends,
and all those other things that make me love you.

Standard