You showed me your wounds,
but you never allowed me to heal them,
you asked for my advice,
but you never listened.
Now you kindly try to stop talking to me,
you politely try to turn down the offer,
the same one you came up with.
Is it because you're scared?
Don't you know I am too?
I've tried running away,
but I always end up coming back to you,
cause you kindly try to let me go,
creating the illusion that you actually care.
Just tell me to get lost,
I'll gladly do so,
but don't blame other's when you think of an excuse to use.
You say that you care,
don't get mad when I won't believe it.
Look at what you've done,
so you can understand the things I'm about to do.
I'm in a city where I'm all alone,
now that you're gone,
there's no place that I can call my home,
there's not a single place where I won't be on my own.
All that I can do is waste my time thinking of you,
that's what happens when I don't have anything smarter to do.
Eat the ice-cream that you loved,
while making the taste become my thoughts.
26 year old Philosophy professor from Macedonia that usually writes poetry and short stories that help me express my feelings towards people, events, life in general. I also stream on Twitch @lehgou
28 June, 2018
27 June, 2018
Another sleepless day because you woke me up in order to have fun while he's gone (Just like in that movie that I cannot remember right now)
Hop, hop, hop,
like a child,
speak, speak, speak,
oh so wild.
Knock on my door,
with no rhythm,
yet just laugh,
get it out of your system,
try to not make it look bad,
while you're laying in his bed.
You said you don't want to get hurt but you don't care when you're hurting someone else, you say it's all his fault and that you didn't know but let's face it, you just wanted to fulfill your lust, for someone who's better, much better. (Or so you believe, I know a thing or two that you don't)
like a child,
speak, speak, speak,
oh so wild.
Knock on my door,
with no rhythm,
yet just laugh,
get it out of your system,
try to not make it look bad,
while you're laying in his bed.
You said you don't want to get hurt but you don't care when you're hurting someone else, you say it's all his fault and that you didn't know but let's face it, you just wanted to fulfill your lust, for someone who's better, much better. (Or so you believe, I know a thing or two that you don't)
21 June, 2018
Even the mirrors lie (You do look different in person, although it could be cause I don't have my glasses)/I'm being honest trust me.
To lose everything is impossible,
but losing you was the closest thing to it,
as my habits slowly started to change,
so did you.
In the winter you said goodbye,
making a blizzard.
You wished me good luck,
I just stood frozen.
So in the summer I tried running away from the continent,
went oh so far away,
hoping to never see you again.
Although you're not here,
you're still with me,
I'm just wondering if you ever miss me.
I hope that one day we will start acting like grown ups,
no more hiding, lets break our walnut shells.
Let's just live our lives,
the way we wanted.
Let's just live our lives,
that's all I'm asking for.
but losing you was the closest thing to it,
as my habits slowly started to change,
so did you.
In the winter you said goodbye,
making a blizzard.
You wished me good luck,
I just stood frozen.
So in the summer I tried running away from the continent,
went oh so far away,
hoping to never see you again.
Although you're not here,
you're still with me,
I'm just wondering if you ever miss me.
I hope that one day we will start acting like grown ups,
no more hiding, lets break our walnut shells.
Let's just live our lives,
the way we wanted.
Let's just live our lives,
that's all I'm asking for.
You are more than my schizophrenia
Closed off,
with brighter days,
I waste myself,
with no bucks left.
Cold times,
colder waves,
i save myself,
yet nothing's saved.
Just washed away,
that's all I am,
nothing I ever said mattered,
to you,
and to me,
cause that's how we used to be,
one person,
yet two.
We were the same.
and still so different.
Cold times,
colder waves,
you run away,
yet stuck in the same place.
Just washed up,
that's all you are,
tired from,
your old guitar.
Just help me,
and I'll be pleased,
please make me feel,
like I'm at ease.
One person,
yet we're two.
Worn lies,
that hide your face,
just slow down your pace,
you're still in first place.
Is this real,
or am I high,
would you be,
oh so kind,
and be just mine.
Unhappy,
with no hope,
I save myself,
and nothing's saved.
Lost, broken and drunk,
lost, broken and drunk.
with brighter days,
I waste myself,
with no bucks left.
Cold times,
colder waves,
i save myself,
yet nothing's saved.
Just washed away,
that's all I am,
nothing I ever said mattered,
to you,
and to me,
cause that's how we used to be,
one person,
yet two.
We were the same.
and still so different.
Cold times,
colder waves,
you run away,
yet stuck in the same place.
Just washed up,
that's all you are,
tired from,
your old guitar.
Just help me,
and I'll be pleased,
please make me feel,
like I'm at ease.
One person,
yet we're two.
Worn lies,
that hide your face,
just slow down your pace,
you're still in first place.
Is this real,
or am I high,
would you be,
oh so kind,
and be just mine.
Unhappy,
with no hope,
I save myself,
and nothing's saved.
Lost, broken and drunk,
lost, broken and drunk.
22 May, 2018
Should we listen to our bands?
When you’re suffering the most,
and when you’re lost again,
let me be your GPS,
like I once was.
When you want to cry,
and when you feel like you can’t go on,
we can go to the park,
and sing our favourite songs.
And once you get back on your feet,
feel free to forget me,
even though I’ll still be here,
for when this starts all over again.
and when you’re lost again,
let me be your GPS,
like I once was.
When you want to cry,
and when you feel like you can’t go on,
we can go to the park,
and sing our favourite songs.
And once you get back on your feet,
feel free to forget me,
even though I’ll still be here,
for when this starts all over again.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Crush,
depression,
help,
poetry
16 May, 2018
I tried watching "City Lights" once but all I could think of through out the first five minutes of the film was about the time you used your flashlight cause the city lights were out
Fuck this city,
I won't stay in it,
these streets are so narrow,
as we're passing by them,
on Friday nights,
I can barely remember.
I swear I meant well,
when we yelled and we shouted,
our love was ignited,
I thought it went well.
So hurry once more,
don't want to be on my own,
oh no,
I don't want to be on my own.
What a summer,
endless bummer,
cause now I'm all alone.
I swear I meant well,
it didn't go well,
I swear I meant well,
I'm sorry for the living hell.
I won't stay in it,
these streets are so narrow,
as we're passing by them,
on Friday nights,
I can barely remember.
I swear I meant well,
when we yelled and we shouted,
our love was ignited,
I thought it went well.
So hurry once more,
don't want to be on my own,
oh no,
I don't want to be on my own.
What a summer,
endless bummer,
cause now I'm all alone.
I swear I meant well,
it didn't go well,
I swear I meant well,
I'm sorry for the living hell.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
alone,
anxiety,
Asocial,
city,
depression,
friday night,
hell,
old crush
15 May, 2018
It took me years to figure out that you aren't supposed to open up "spam" messages on your email, I honestly thought I was talking to a prince from Africa (Maybe that's why you don't reply to my messages)
Northern style of an Eastern smile,
a five foot neat pile with an artistic style,
gorgeous human,
friendship trial,
twice it expired,
but my love was hard-wired.
Four years prior,
thoughts in denial,
you changed my music style,
it used to be vile.
Now that you're gone,
moved to Japan,
I realized what you meant,
I realized what you meant.
a five foot neat pile with an artistic style,
gorgeous human,
friendship trial,
twice it expired,
but my love was hard-wired.
Four years prior,
thoughts in denial,
you changed my music style,
it used to be vile.
Now that you're gone,
moved to Japan,
I realized what you meant,
I realized what you meant.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Aya,
comfort zone,
depression,
friendship,
smile
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