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Ether Apr 2017
You are a wave on the ocean. You are cerulean and indigo and lace-tipped edges.

You are an infinite sky and the sun we cant view. Rising and falling but always so steady. Only my earth moves and you fade and ruse. The brightest hope i know.

I would fall into the depths of your soul. And i do. So with knowledge, how to breathe?

I know:
You bury in depths
The patterns of your fingers
And display the past as though
It will someday save you.

Your heart:
Gripped tightly
Through white knuckles
I catch a glimpse

******* and adoration
Whiskey and love
Smoke and mirrors
Soft touch
The chase.

Your hands
My mouth.
Your body
My touch.
May i paint you?
Ether Dec 2016
I saw a picture of you
******* Christ why
Did you invade my mind
Silver and cold
Stop, cease ******* fire
Beautiful angel
And oh, how she smiled
You broke my body
And held down my hands
Was I imagining pain
My eyes were closed
*******, I feel bruised
I'm making it up
I must be, because she
Holds your hand and
I don't understand
Why she seems so loved
When all I ever was
Was your **** toy
Ether Dec 2016
She shook so hard
Her bones broke
Scars on her arms
Words in her head
She says that she's fine
Wishes she were dead

Oh but baby, I'm better
She cries with her chest
Tears mixed with snot
They say she's the best

Well, if I have such a big heart
Why too often do I fall apart
So smart, clever, witty & kind
Crack open a cage, what do you find
I'm rotting, ******* blood and grime
The smell darling, it wrecks my mind

I dream of dying
The solace and peace
Of laying this shell down
Corpse empty, soul being free

I'm not better
I've just learned
Better methods of
Ignoring the past
Ether Dec 2016
I gave you my soul
Split veins poured
Blood onto linen

White sheets
Your fingers
Entwined
With mine

Where did love go?

Morning comes like fire.
In the early light of dawn
I catch glimpse of a reflection
Stretch my hands out to the pane
With trembling fingertips brush
Glass so cold it feels soft
I think of you

You are the shadows
Reaching out to me
Distorted utopia I always
Begged you'd let me see
I wanted to feel your heart
But it was so cold, blank weight
There was a time you seemed
To set me free, but darling
I've never met someone
So frozen to a touch
I don't write poetry
Just fragmented sentences
From a child so swiftly consumed
By the lonesome muses
Life like frosted glass
Fireworks as the sun rises

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