The Divide

My poetic twin helped me write this poem. This is about how I felt after my best Friend said he only saw me as a best friend.


Sleep?

Except me to breathe
Oxygen is thick with the death coursing through my lungs. Corroding my common sense to inhale.
Rather hold onto the past
Not ready to exhale

I expected the best
Got the worst and I was surprised
I feel myself stepping in the cage of the misery
It’s not your fault
I can’t dream because you were mines

When I attempt to close my eyes
my tears try to resurface
They try to find a connection, something to bridge the gap, bring me closer to you. but instead the tears make a river that I end up falling face first into.
i can't breathe
i don't want to drown in the thought of ur answer which is pulling me down but my need to live or the diluted aspect of life. i grasp at the river bank
clutching, trying to breathe, desperate for air. You sucked it out my lungs, there is no ground beneath me anywhere. Using my arms to pull me up but my arms just want to clutch to my heart. Using my legs to lift me on ground. But you would rather pull my heart and body apart

I know u didn't mean to tear me. u didn’t know i was fragile. your words peeled away at my Paper Mache heart.
you didn’t mean to be mean
you didn’t mean to be a mistake
you meant to be sweet but you have me a cavity
and the pain is keeping me from speaking

My jaw is swollen from how you left my soul leaking. I thought I poured some into your hands for safe keeping, but you let it slip away through the cracks of fingers
Why cant you see what I see
Hear what I hear
Feel the happiness that can bloom in-between the chaos of life
You are my everything

You were the life that kept me sane. Now thoughts of you only make me deranged. I fell in love with the thought of you. But then I woke up to reality and realized we were never true. We would never be one, always two.

The pursuit of Lov3

So here is a poem I wrote and sent to my best friend a few days ago. I thought I loved him but now I know I don't because when he said he feels like I am still his best friend and nothing more. I didn't die. the world didn't stop. I was numb for a few days but I still lived. For a long time I felt that if his answer was no then the world would stop somehow. I know this sounds crazy but I don't have to explain myself. There is a letter that comes with this poem but I'm not going to post that.

The Truth.

Describing you is trying to describe true love
The sight of you is like having a cold glass of lemonade after childbirth
Wisdom lies in the creases beside your eyes
when you smile
when you wrap your arms around me
I feel like your angel inside God's gate, untouchable
Your lips probably feel like beach waves
caressing my body on a 102 degree summer day
All the similes, metaphors, comparisons
I can write about your
looks
will mean nothing
Because even if I was blind your voice would
lead me to your humanity
and my soul will wrap around your sanity
These words may sound insane but this is
the only way I can explain
Your my north star through these waves of faces
You are my
To Be
to my
Not To Be
I want the best for you
I want to be here and there
then and now for You
I want to be yours
wifey. homeslice (lol). cool side of the pillow. hot fudge on top. day dream delight.
my vocal cords are muted by this unfamiliar situation
your uncharted thoughts that
both frightens and excites me
I love you.
I don't know if its the hypnotic. tongue tied. sensual. the one. yearning. love.
or friendship love
All I know is that I want to spend the rest
of my life with you either way so that
has to be love.