by Alyssa Vienesse Tan
I gave a heart
He broke it into pieces
I gave my mind
He shattered it with useless words I gave my body
He used it as if it was his.
He left me broken
He left me heartless
And mindless I am nothing
But a doll, with glassy eyes
Waiting for someone to fill up the empty space It was no use.
I waited for no one
And I open my eyes
This isn't what love is supposed to be.
I picked myself up
And sew the gaping hole inside I am new and free
There isn't anybody to stop me I gave myself back.
I don't need love from someone else
All I need is appreciation From my own self
You say you love me and I say the ocean will have me first.
You say you want me, and I say the waves will quench my thirst.
Lapping at the shore like ice blue blinking eyes,
The ocean knows no boundaries nor human decided size.
You told me that you loved me and I knew that it was true,
And I know I fell in love, and I know it's not with you.
Come February the tides will cease,
And the war we wage will turn to peace.
You'll find beauty in a fortnight's day*,
And I will have thrown myself into the bay.
You told me that you loved me and I swore the ocean would have me first.
You told me that you wanted me, and I swore the waves would quench my thirst.
A fortnight into February my thoughts abruptly reversed,
I've forgotten every refusal that I previously rehearsed.
And while I wait for you to say you love me once again,
Something very startling happens right there and then.
You've got a beauty on your arm – she's tall and thin and fair,
And the ocean's own pearls seem to sparkle in her hair.
How ironic that the thing I pledged myself to months ago,
Has ended up with the man to which I'd previously say "No".
by Riglen M
He looks at me from across the room,
And I swear my heart jumps over the moon.
In a split second he sees through my complexities,
And smiles at me despite my reluctancies.
With him black and white becomes colour,
But I sit here in silence with my love undiscovered.
We laugh at the humour that only we understand,
And the songs that free our hearts by our favourite bands.
I'm so scared to admit I'm in love with him,
For it feels like a love this good has to be a sin.
But who am I to think I could be worthy of his love,
For I am merely a pest, a Raven, not a dove.
So I'll sit alone in a silence that eats at my heart,
And pretend I've made the right choice and that I'm being smart.
But I know that my lack of confidence and courage,
Will only end with a stationary friendship with the power to flourish.
For love is a master piece and an art,
But only if you pick up the brush and make a start.
If only I could use my own words of wisdom,
Maybe I could free my heart of its self-doubt prison.