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19Sixtythree Oct 2017
I'm at the bottom of the ocean standing hopeless
showing signs
That if I had a bottle of your decisions I'd drink them up
and forget mine
I would let you break my bearing
Drag me down until I sink
You would  flood all of my airways
while you pushed me past the brink

And i'd allow it.

It's such a beautiful despair
The way you replace all my air
You soak up every living piece of me
and I concede without a care

Chained and locked away
there's no time left for desperate measure
I'm standing at the bottom of the ocean
Like your forgotten buried treasure.
19Sixtythree Jun 2016
I sit here miles away from my heart.
Typing and deleting, typing and deleting, these pointless words into this phone.
And for the first time in a long time I'm experiencing something new. A weight, this tiny little phone feels like a cinder block and as crazy as this sounds I think what I'm feeling is all this pain I'm causing you. At the edge of my fingertips, and this phone is you, it's the pain, it's my regret, it's the only thing I have to bring myself to you.
19Sixtythree Jun 2016
Too often do we fall in love off the rim of a bottle
Masking & Diluting the putrid tastes with something sweeter
Drinking each other in, more and more
Letting it consume us till finally
A sickness overwhelms
The memories turn to black and you get sick of the taste
  Jun 2016 19Sixtythree
steel tulips
one
You took it from me
You smiled as you thrusted
You said you were drunk

two
You were perfection
I pretended you were *one

Then everything changed

three
  You smoked cigarettes
You listened said I was not alone
I cheated on two

four
You were just a friend
You kept asking if I was okay
You knew I wasn't

five
Blue eyes and shyness
You mended with tender love
Then you left for good

three  
We ****** just to Feel
magic wore off, we were dull
mutual rebounds

six
You were wild and fun
You said I was lovable
I felt whole again


seven
I was much too drunk
Your friends heard us through the walls
I don't regret you

eight
Your scar turned me on
So did your smile and your laugh
You made me feel valued

five 
the goal was small talk
we were drunk on nostalgia
we loved one last time


eight 
You're warmth and patience
eager hands and tender lips
My soul loves Your soul
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19Sixtythree Feb 2016
I can’t pop bottles in the club or make it rain on these hoes
I can’t fix the pain you’ve experienced
I can’t promise that what I give you is enough
But;
I can give you my time
I can give you my daydreams and my goodnights
I can give you my hands; you can have them to hold you, to write melodies of your indulgence at my fingertips
I can give you my lips, to trace the creases on your body, to speak love songs about your intellect
They will always remind you of your beauty and your importance
I can give you my company, to fill the space between the heartaches, and the congratulations
You will always know that you are my definition of beauty. you are always worth it. You are endlessly loved


I can’t give you the world.
But;
I can give you my world.
19Sixtythree Feb 2016
You are a day dream
taking captive of my mind freeing me to get lost in whatever story we decide
a body provoking my hands to embrace every inch of you
and my lips to write love poems up your thighs

You are beyond compare
you sparkle brighter than the diamond beneath your ear
and you cut twice as deep
you are a divine love
with poise and seduction that radiate from your soul

And in any lifetime, no matter how far, I would find you.
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