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Quetta Rose Mar 2019
Her voice was lamenting and sweet,
full of sugar and pomegranate seeds.
Her eyes were dark and bright like the night sky,
could've sworn I seen stars.
She was beautiful in all ways someone can be,
But, she had a soul so dark it smothered all light.
Despite that fact, I was still in love,
The devil was once God's favorite angel—She was the fallen angel from my heaven.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Him
Was I weak for letting him do what he did?
Did it make me pathetic?
His face stains the inside of my eye lids like bitter red wine would stain a white dress,
His voice is vividly there every time some one calls my name.
Sometimes I can still feel his fingers exploring my body as if he hasn't tainted every inch of it down to my split ends,
sometimes I can feel his lips grazing my ear to whisper vile things.
He has control over me despite the fact he can't physically hurt me anymore,
despite that fact his memory still haunts me...like an echo of him.
His echo lies in bed with me every night,
his echo hides in my shadow whispering all my insecurities as if a second voice,
his echo traces every kiss,
his echo makes love to my dreams creating little demons.
His echo follows me as if it's the ghost of someone I killed...
Maybe it is the ghost...
maybe it's my ghost.
The ghost of who I once was before him.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Her eyes were dark,
Her voice was captivating,
Demon in disguise.

He tried to be dark,
But there was a little spark,
A fallen angel.

A lonely road,
Is where they had met by fate,
With nothing to lose.

They had hell to raise.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
"Can I kiss you?" You mumbled catching me off guard,
"What?" I asked thinking I heard you wrong, You laughed and turned away but I grabbed your arm.
"Come here," I whispered and you leaned in, our lips connecting perfectly.
We both laughed and pushed against each other.
We did this for twenty minutes before the bell rang, "We should get to class."

You pulled me into you, "Just friends?" You whispered against my ear. I nodded and whispered back,

"Just friends."

Because neither of us want to believe we are both teenagers madly in love.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
powder in her nose,
drink in hand.
head in a faraway land,
tears in her eyes.
Memories of mumbled goodbyes,
heart beats in and out of sync.
Relapse with the beat,
game with her feet.
wispy black hair and loose limps,
forgetting everything except the feel of her body,
losing control.
how could she fall so surely to her rock bottom,
when she was with him she was higher than a kite.
so why must she say good bye to that high,
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Maybe it was her smile...or the way she chewed her lip when shes thinking...or the way she shook her leg when scared or mad...maybe it was the way her black eyes looked welcoming...what ever it was, I fell madly in love with her.
I fell harder when she looked up at me bruised cheek and shaky hands...Her once bright black eyes almost dark grey...she grabbed my hand and placed it above her heart..."I wish we met before I met him..." she whispered and leaned in to kiss me...I obliged.
My heart broke when I heard her screams down the road...I raced to her house barefoot...when I reached her she was already dying...a knife in her stomach, blood pooling around her...I tried to put pressure but all she did was mumble loving words and goodbyes...I watched as her black eyes glossed over and her chest stopped moving...the moment her heart stopped beating so did mine.
I died as I watched them close her casket...They carried her up a hill next to her mothers grave...when they placed in the earth....I did everything I could to not jump in the hole with her...
My heart beats once more when a blued eyed her girl smiled at me...
I heard my love whisper in my ear..."You deserve happiness."
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Hazel eyes and red tears,
fakes smiles and little fears.
Confused voices in his head,
mean girls in his bed.
broken girl who broke his heart,
selfish girl he's loved from the start.
New kisses and foreign hugs,
powdered filled nose and **** filled lungs.
Broken hearts and unforgivable choice,
her hands retracting around his head with her convincing voice.
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