bad relationships

GREEK TRAGEDY

Distance disparaging
miles between our feet and frustration within our hearts
to her, the absence of his arms is harrowing
for him, the pleasure of her hand in mine is a memory fleeting
Daily lives equate to hectic lives. Bed times to tumultuous lies
Hours spent on conversations in lieu of actual emphatic interactions
They all utterly fail in comparisons
We both fall this path in strides
You struggle to confide and my pain I poorly struggle to hide
Our love a million-acre maze. Just one small room lost in a myriad
Distance the minotaur that I can't overcome
I'm not Theuses as I lack the courage and bravery
You shine brighter than Ariadne through your wit and beauty
Sadly this isn;t a love story but a Greek tragedy.
Someone must bear the loss. This story must be compelling
I shall take the minotaur's horn
A spear in my side as our love becomes strained and forlorn
This is my Greek tragedy where I play Theseus without the courage
I portray Hercules with the might of Olympus lost on me
As the lion of Nemea stalks me
I am prepared to lose as I realize my Achilles heel was being unprepared as I fell head over heels
As I look to the future, I aim to be like Odysseus and use intelligence and wit to overcome dread tidings
Or maybe channel Orpheus in an attempt to resurrect what is dead?
Nevertheless. This is my tragedy
Now go
The heroine of another story
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote a better version of this originally.much pithier and heart string tuggier??? (I'm a university student folks) but then I very smartly installed updates and restarted my computer. Genius!!!

So the moral of the story folks is nothing. Absolutely nothing

Have an amazing week yall.

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Threaded Needles

Every bullet that pierced my heart

Was engraved with her initials

So I would never forget her name

Never forget

The trouble I had caused

And the flames of passion that scorched my mind

She'll never let it die

I'll never let her cry

Every tear melts her skin

Bring me my own head on a platter

I caused the heartache

I am the murderer of love

I am the killer of faith

I am the executioner of life

I confess!

I confess!

Goddamn! I confess!

The smell of heartache is fresh

It is all I'll ever breathe

It is all I'll ever taste

It is all I'll ever know

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LOVE

LOVE IS LIKE A GAME
SOMEONE MIGHT GET HURT
PEOPLE TRY TO ACT LIKE IT ALL ABOUT FAME
UNTIL SOMEONE END UP IN THE DIRT
LOVE IS TO MUCH TO HANDLE
WHY YOU BREAK MY HEART SO
MY HEART IS SUCH A RANDLE
I NEVER WANTED YOU TO GO
WHEN LOVE GIVE YOU HELL GO THE OTHER WAY
FOR I MAY NOT CRY
BUT I WANT YOU TO STAY
SO CAN WE TRY
SO LONG TO ALL OF YOU
SO LONG I HOPE O FORGET YOU

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Dictator Relationship.

Your eyes are filled with love that is rationed,
Your mind tainted with deep lust and compassion.
You say over and over to me that I am the one.
Your single and eternal blinding sun.
I tell you that there is no feeling in the universe,
As the forbidden love you have; our curse.
My act is in play and completes the task well,
Of pulling you into my accidental spell.
All the time I take us into acts of pure fun,
The tasks I wish from you completed and done.
As if I was your personal queen; your master.
Making your heart speed ever so faster.
I lecture when my will isn't carried with might.
Tell you over and over that you're never right.
With your head down you take my wrath;
Believing that I'll always lead you down the right path.
Even when I say it's done and it's over,
We crawl back in search of each other.
Once again the same lovely pattern is done;
The mistress and her toy set as one.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Austin, my ex. We couldn't get away from each other back then.

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Fake love

Love is used more than it should,
Dont say what you dont mean,
Dont flout like you know what it feels like.
Love cant be used so stupidly,
Dont let your self think love is what your in after a week of knowing the person.
Thats not love you just like the show they put on....

Author's Notes/Comments: 

it was just a random blurb

The Truth That Hurts

The words that cannot come
to me so that I
may tell you why we have
changed.

I can’t tell you that we got
too close too fast.
I can’t tell you, I just can’t
because the truth would
hurt you too much.

I love you so much but I’ve
changed,
matured,
become bored and annoyed
with your narrow-mindedness,
your mocking comments
and your selfish desire to crush my spirit
(to make me a numb, dull sheep like you).

I just can’t tell you the truth.

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The Failed Romance.

 

The Failed Romance.

Another Failed Romance

Shattered at a glance.

Tried so hard couldn’t mend my heart

Life goes on and lovers Drifting

Into an endless rift.

Life is lost, when love is gone

Things look dark in the light of day

Nothing matters the sky is grey

When at last you’ve failed yourself

The failed romance blames the world

Looking outward instead of in

Take it in stride and lift your chin….

Caspian McConkie

2/14/2011

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Backwards

Every step forward

seems like we've been here before

letting egos

swing wild

seems trust has left

guess it was tired

of the run around

and thats what we do

we run around

we yell until

the neighbors

know our dispositions

we fight like mad

we cry in feverish states

we tell lies

to cover emotions already at stake

the words "hate" "leave" "fuck you"

become the natural slang

because the polite words

that lead to everything french

are replaced by resentment

we hold back the future

reliving the past

giving everything to no one

hoping  this will make us last

who are we

when the time ends

how did we settle this way

where is the end

or maybe the beginning

or maybe the difference

i literally say i tried

but we both know we both failed

we are alone

in the same way

we share together

just retracing

not replacing with memories

nor excelling

as we are supposed to

just circling

going backwards

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To Bleed Love

Folder: 
Exodus

She taunts me with her curves,
she whispers to me sweet nothings,
she holds me in bed and loves me,
but I cannot love her, for she is dead.

Just a ghost lingering in my room,
She bled my love away.
Now her soul is so far away from me,
I cannot stand to be without her.

Her ghostly form holds me,
yet I feel nothing but her cold embrace,
it hurts me that she bled my love away,
and I shall never see her face.

Now I sit alone and pained,
with no love or life to gain,
So I wait to Bleed My Love,
To Bleed My Love...away.

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