break-up
Learn more about other poetry terms
I'm falling
But you won't catch me.
I'm falling,
Landing out this time.
I'm falling
But you didn't push me.
I'm falling
But you didn't pull me.
"I can't help it if you're falling"
I would love to tell you "take all the time you need, I'll be here"
I would really, really love to,
But I don't really know if I can.
Not like this.
Desert.
Dry.
Empty.
Lost.
Lonley.
As you embark on this journey of life
It is imperative that you know
I am with you
Although we're miles apart
In distance and in heart
Somehow, I will remain with you
i try to forget you.
i try to remember you.
but i cannot.
i have written you letters,
i have sung you songs,
i have penned a thousand poems,
When we first met,
I said, “I’m not too good at skating forward.”
On metal trucks, hot enough to burn the sun,
I like to think we scratched pavement
I wish I knew who I am
I've just always been his wife
His rock & friend
So who would I be without him in my life?
I miss him so much but its not what you think
Sometimes I miss you
so much it hurts
physically
mentally
emotionally
But you played me
like the strings
of a rhythm guitar
in the middle of an
Arctic Monkeys song
Have you ever fallen in love with a simple routine?
Waking up to the warm glow of the sun,
Slipping out of bed with a whisper and a yawn,
Feet touching the lovely cool floor.
It’s such a simple act,
One thing I would change, with a poem:
Yeah, and it's funny how it goes
sitting in my room and finding all your clothes.
and I laugh, I laugh but I pull them to my face
You told me once that before I was yours,
All you could think about was holding me.
So when you finally could,
I felt that desire you expressed
Seep through your skin and burrow
I sit inthe dark of my roomand contemplateall the thoughtsof you
they are sunlightgold and earth-warmgone coldin my arms and inmy mind’s eye
Raindrops falling over eyelashes,
tears intermingling,
Watching you go,
but you'll never know.
You didn't look back.
I saw the hurt in her eyes.
He was exactly like me.
She was exactly like him.
The lack of eye contact,
The sincere desire to make it work.
The lack of feelings.
The mourning process.
I don’t believe I really miss you anymore.
Not the you now.
Not the you I have hardly known for the past six months.
Even when I let you go, you never go away.
I must have sewn you into my life so that youd always stay.
Its not seen from a far, but woven through the seams.
And its too painful to rip them out, when your always in my dreams.
