On Another Night I Have To Spend Without You
on another night I have to spend without you
the brightest one of them all, with hope in the air
even with my friends around, I promise you
to use the knowledge given to me by past lovers
and once the sky lights up with fireworks again
I shall call you and tell you all my love, as
the first thing in the new year should mean
the whole world, and nothing does, like you do
• Mel, my light - zero (me)
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done with my reputation as a poet
medicated just another synonym for forgotten
• no idea - zero (me¿)

"til death do us part"
the statement upsets me dearly
for it assumes there is no love after death
why would I stop loving you so early
my feelings won't stop right with my breath
so if there is anything after this form, not long enough nearly
my sweet oblivion, let me take you to the altar
first time possibly, hopefully the second time
and I will promise you to hold your hand and never falter
for loving you only on this earth would be a crime
- zero (me)
I choose to silence myself most days
I choose the end row of the train
I choose the seat on the back by the window
I choose to sit on the noisiest wheel
I choose to suffocate
I chose however to tell you today
I chose to be an idiot in love and be loud
I hope I'll make my mother proud
"choices" - zero (me)
you improvise a home by street lights
act like the dark is welcoming enough
leave at the same hour day by day
noone really knows what you're doing
you don't really know what you're searching for
your sister calls it running away
you try to say it's anything but
who are you trying to convince
your sister calls it running away
your mother says it is alright for
you get back when it's getting late
your sister calls it running away
you don't think it's a run if noone's chasing
zero (me)
everything is changing and it feels like spring came too quickly
it's sunny and bright outside this weird February
and everything seems to be changing so rapidly
and I've come to realise everything is dependant on a perspective
when I saw an angel from a weird angle
the bright sun making it's features distorted
and lately I've been cold in more ways than just one
and today I felt like crying about everything
and I did when you held me at a bus stop and told me you're grateful to have me
and we talked about the future
or the lack of it
in the time we had until your ride home came
both decided on a silent life and nice cafes
I need you to know you're a good kid
and I know you're going places
• places better than this one - zero (me)
(on friends who hold your head like they're afraid of hurting you in any way. on having no future but still hoping for at least another summer. I came back home with cold finger tips and this poem scribbled on my hands. I told you about my ideas for my poetry but now you're in one.)