The only time I lied to you Was when I pretended I didn't expect The breaku- The parting. When in fact, I had written two poems Just one night before. You left because I didn't have a shower mat In my bathroom, you even gifted me one And you were mad that I didn't place it where you wanted. "You don't live your life to the fullest!" you said, While bitching about my minimalistic furniture. I would burst into laughter If it weren't for the 4 months You took away from me.
Not to force myself to write one As if it was February or March and We were happy, but- Your skin and everything Your "You looked so beautiful last night" When my head was hurting because of a migraine And you still thought I was pretty Where are they Where are your words and your skin And your hands crawling towards me In bed Where are you, what happened-
I forgot to write one when it was good So here's one when it's so bad it stinks Just like your sweater that you wash by hand Every 2-3 weeks after you wear it Every 2-3 days after you air it out To air out smell- It smells like a break-u- No, people who weren't together Don't break up What a joy we've never been together Imagine the suffering Oh so good you've never felt emotions- Otherwise you would've noticed the tears Of desperation of losing someone I've never had, I've only had se- I've only made love to you, And you to me And we also cooked together- Together forever, there's no way I get close To someone unless I see us together forever And I've never lasered my eyes like you did So I barely see the real you And you, you with your big ears You barely hear me, But that's good because my screams Would scare you off, not that you're not Already scared off and gone I am "Seen✓✓" but not seen I have this crazy idea that no one sees the real me That's why you didn't fall in love
If you take a film — any film — And you dig deep enough into the plot, Searching for meanings, answers, Shelter, Anything that a regular human being Needs and wants at a certain time During a regular day (Sundays excluded), If you do this, then you’ll find yourself Talking to a wall, speaking to yourself, But you will find yourself. I found you in every film that you ever liked, I liked every film you ever watched I watched you shyly coming And confidently drifting away.
Goran, you’re a poet, And you’d think poetry lasts forever, Well, it doesn’t, everything before “Goran”, Everything before you, I’m burying. I’m burying even the one I never wrote a single poem for. Goran, you’re the sweetest, But I don’t know how your lips taste, Well, I’ll never know, since you’re so far away, So far away that I cannot reach you, No matter how much I stretch my arms After I wake up and you’re gone. Goran, you’re in love With films, books, places and people That will come and go, and you’ll stay the same, Stay the best, reach out for the stars, And if we’re really lucky We might be gazing at the same one.
I wish one of us would press a button
At the same time
And one of us would be randomly teleported
Away from where we are now:
There’s still be a higher chance of us meeting
Of you remembering me
Of us holding onto each other.
I wish you stayed at my place that night,
We would have never needed teleportation.
I know you’re in a happy place
But I hope,
Just like the last time you blinked at me,
That you didn’t forget me.
I miss you in the warmest way,
I cry in the stupidest way.
The weather’s getting colder,
But my hair is burning under the sun of Rome.
Our worlds will soon collapse into something greater than us.
But I’m alone.
Poems make you answer me by MalinaSiAtat, literature
Literature
Poems make you answer me
You didn't forget about me,
I'm sure you didn't,
I'm absolutely sure, no doubt about it,
No tears shed, no lies, no, no,
You didn't lie to me, you--
I'm lying to myself.
You did forget.
You forget about it and remember it when it's too late.
How could you remember our first kiss
But forget about me now?
You're gonna live with the memories,
I'm gonna live without you.
We never said we loved each other, but by MalinaSiAtat, literature
Literature
We never said we loved each other, but
We met to play chess, but we didn't play anything.
Making love to you, the thing they write songs about,
Was like water washing over my hot body,
Cooling a heat that's been burning me up.
Just like your honesty. Just like our love.
Impossible, yet so real.
Wrong, yet so natural.
Drenching, yet so comfortable.
The only time I lied to you Was when I pretended I didn't expect The breaku- The parting. When in fact, I had written two poems Just one night before. You left because I didn't have a shower mat In my bathroom, you even gifted me one And you were mad that I didn't place it where you wanted. "You don't live your life to the fullest!" you said, While bitching about my minimalistic furniture. I would burst into laughter If it weren't for the 4 months You took away from me.
Not to force myself to write one As if it was February or March and We were happy, but- Your skin and everything Your "You looked so beautiful last night" When my head was hurting because of a migraine And you still thought I was pretty Where are they Where are your words and your skin And your hands crawling towards me In bed Where are you, what happened-
I forgot to write one when it was good So here's one when it's so bad it stinks Just like your sweater that you wash by hand Every 2-3 weeks after you wear it Every 2-3 days after you air it out To air out smell- It smells like a break-u- No, people who weren't together Don't break up What a joy we've never been together Imagine the suffering Oh so good you've never felt emotions- Otherwise you would've noticed the tears Of desperation of losing someone I've never had, I've only had se- I've only made love to you, And you to me And we also cooked together- Together forever, there's no way I get close To someone unless I see us together forever And I've never lasered my eyes like you did So I barely see the real you And you, you with your big ears You barely hear me, But that's good because my screams Would scare you off, not that you're not Already scared off and gone I am "Seen✓✓" but not seen I have this crazy idea that no one sees the real me That's why you didn't fall in love
I wish one of us would press a button
At the same time
And one of us would be randomly teleported
Away from where we are now:
There’s still be a higher chance of us meeting
Of you remembering me
Of us holding onto each other.
I wish you stayed at my place that night,
We would have never needed teleportation.
I know you’re in a happy place
But I hope,
Just like the last time you blinked at me,
That you didn’t forget me.
I miss you in the warmest way,
I cry in the stupidest way.
The weather’s getting colder,
But my hair is burning under the sun of Rome.
Our worlds will soon collapse into something greater than us.
But I’m alone.
Poems make you answer me by MalinaSiAtat, literature
Literature
Poems make you answer me
You didn't forget about me,
I'm sure you didn't,
I'm absolutely sure, no doubt about it,
No tears shed, no lies, no, no,
You didn't lie to me, you--
I'm lying to myself.
You did forget.
You forget about it and remember it when it's too late.
How could you remember our first kiss
But forget about me now?
You're gonna live with the memories,
I'm gonna live without you.
We never said we loved each other, but by MalinaSiAtat, literature
Literature
We never said we loved each other, but
We met to play chess, but we didn't play anything.
Making love to you, the thing they write songs about,
Was like water washing over my hot body,
Cooling a heat that's been burning me up.
Just like your honesty. Just like our love.
Impossible, yet so real.
Wrong, yet so natural.
Drenching, yet so comfortable.
Azi ne-am zis ca nu ne-am intoarce vreodata la anii de atunci. Imi spui, "Uit ca timpul trece si aici, nu numai acolo.", imi spui: "Ce smechera esti.", iti spun: -.
Nu mai are nicio relevanta cat am putut iubi in anii aia, poate doar pentru a masura cat am iubit dupa, dar din nou, pentru tine nu are nicio relevanta ca scriu pentru cineva de care doar si auzit cand incercam sa ma abtin sa-ti spun ca pot simti din nou. Ca poate sa doara din nou.
Dar nu despre asta vreau sa vorbesc acum.
Un an si jumatate am crescut in directii diferite, am trait la poluri opuse si am locuit intre patru pereti izolati termic si fonic. Dar cand m-ai luat in br
There's no such thing as 'the last thing' by MalinaSiAtat, literature
Literature
There's no such thing as 'the last thing'
Atunci când îmi va intra mesageria
sau îmi va da cu ”Seen”
sau când mă va uita a nu știu câta oară-
dar nu, nu despre asta vreau să vorbesc.
Știu că dacă te voi întreba cum te simți îmi vei răspunde
și știu că totul se va termina cu ”Ai grijă!”.
Totul, adică secundele întregi de tăcere
în care ne vom uita unul la altul cu cel mai cald și mai liniștit zâmbet
pe care l-am avut în ultimii 5 ani.
Mereu mă gândeam la tine și mi se făcea frig și frică.
Ac
This is for Markus, that carries a weight which is too heavy for his shoulders that carry her. I thought the weight was his love for me, which vanished forever, so I put instead my love for him on his shoulders because he asked me if I still have it. He did it with his own hand.
Markus, I love you more than life itself. And I hope my happy tears didn’t scare you. Will I ever see you again? Will I ever kiss you again?
The biggest pain is that it was never too much “me” in “you”, and the leftovers of your love that you used to carry had always been leftovers.
I love you in the purest, most total, most perfect wa
This is for Markus, that carries a weight which is too heavy for his shoulders that carry her. I thought the weight was his love for me, which vanished forever, so I put instead my love for him on his shoulders because he asked me if I still have it. He did it with his own hand.
Markus, I love you more than life itself. And I hope my happy tears didn’t scare you. Will I ever see you again? Will I ever kiss you again?
The biggest pain is that it was never too much “me” in “you”, and the leftovers of your love that you used to carry had always been leftovers.
I love you in the purest, most total, most perfect wa
Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower, we shall grieve not, rather find strength in what is left behind.
She took you away from me,
You didn’t forget me, but you forgot yourself,
Therefore
You forgot us,
Therefore
You’re gone gone gone.
I wanna call for you one last time,
Pretending not to be the last time,
Pretending I’d convince you
To come back to our last kiss and make it last.
I’m finding strength in everything you told me,
But my weakness is your silence.