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alyson Nov 2013
It is 3:15 am,
and I just realized I was alone,
this is the first I've cried
in so long,
I can't stop.
alyson Oct 2013
I want to be murdered.
I believe that muder
is an intimate,
passionate,
even ****** thing,
and God,
it sounds heavenly.
alyson Oct 2013
Your hands are rough
from the years spent
building the walls
that surround you.
You picked each stone,
and placed it with care
to gaurd you from the evils
you grew with.
My hands are soft,
ut not for long.
It is my turn to
scar my fingers
as I rip each brick
from the wall around you.
I will not stop until
you are just as exposed
as I am.
.
alyson Oct 2013
I am scared.
For the longest time
I have been utterly sad.
Full of anger, with a need
for solace.
But now,
i am nothing.
I am quiet.
Placid.
And oh god
it is terrifying.
alyson Oct 2013
Please know that
I would jump off a bridge
if you told me to.
And I would (and have)
listened to you talk
and talk for hours and hours,
and I would enjoy it.
And you are a very central
part if my life, and
you will be the
death of me.
Super sorry this is just ramblings oops.
alyson Oct 2013
Please know that
I would jump off a bridge
if you told me to.
And I would (and have)
listened to you talk
and talk for hours and hours,
and I would enjoy it.
And you are a very central
part if my life, and
you will be the
death of me.
Super sorry this is just ramblings oops.
alyson Sep 2013
It's incredible,
how in a split second
the foundation that is you
can crack in an
irrepairable manner.
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