I had no clue,
that with just one kiss I could become so addicted to you.
Now here I am waiting for your calls,
while experiencing the most common symptoms of withdrawal.
Every inch of me is begging you to stay,
as I witness you silently slipping away.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
I want to lie with you and feel the familiar touch of your skin on mine,
breathe in your sweet scent and just be with you in this moment
and not think.
Not think about how broken I am,
about how scared I am of loving and of being loved,
or about not knowing how to love and be loved.
Most of all,
I'm scared you'll find out.
Find out that I'm broken,
that I don't know how to love and be loved,
that I'm scared of trying.
But if I'm being honest with myself,
I'm absolutely terrified that you'll fix me,
that you'll help me face my fears,
teach me how to love and be loved
only to leave me broken again.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
I am a tea cup delicate and intricate.
There are beautiful patterns covering my surface,
but if you look closer you'll see the cracks.
Every time you fill me up just to leave me empty again,
those cracks grow.
They grow and they grow and they grow,
and eventually they grow so big that I am no longer a cup.
I am just pieces of a cup, chipped and broken.
And you, having left me like this, having caused my utter and complete destruction, will not see the value in my remains.
But someone will, and when they do they'll help piece me back together understanding that the gold they use to mend my wounds only adds to my beauty.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC