It's in the ***** cluttered sheets,
that I see you.
In the strands of hairs,
that are left behind.
The constant humming,
as he slowly wakes up.
The extended arms,
and the simple smile as he looks at me.
These gestures and actions,
can't help but bring you to mind.
No longer in your bed,
but in anothers.
Wrapped in their arms,
and extremely far from yours.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I wish it were simple to say,
exactly what you'd like to hear.
You dragged me along,
for far too long.
How could I ever say "I love you too",
when I no longer do.
Yes,
I used to.
I loved you fully,
through and through.
But somehow that was never enough.
I've discovered something,
someone new.
Who loves far much more,
than your heart ever could.
No matter how hard I pushed,
you pushed right back.
When I fought for you,
you never gave a second glance.
But just as I began,
to walk away.
You extended your arms,
once again.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 3:15 PM UTC
It was the way you looked at me,
when you told me you loved me.
It was the way you smiled,
when you said you wanted me forever.
It was the way you touched me,
when you almost lost me.
It was all those things,
that made me feel that for once,
I was getting what I truly needed.
And that was you.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
I'm beginning to feel,
a little bit indifferent.
But only about you.
In my mind,
I thought we would be perfect.
But in reality,
we could never be.
I've set myself aside,
for no one but myself.
Incapable of being able to love another,
I'm hurting you in the process.
My selfish ways,
drag you along.
And I'm sorry,
for that.
And for much more.
Because I can't let you go,
no matter how much I should.
And I wont let you go,
because I know you're the best thing for me.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
We boarded the train,
and you held my hand.
Your eyes were kind,
and your smile was soft.
Children skipped along to seats,
and others placed their luggage over head.
A man sat across from us,
and I couldn't help but stare.
Despite your hand around mine,
everything told me to let go.
While you were speaking to me,
I glanced at him.
His refined scruff,
and circular glasses.
He glanced my way,
but quickly turned back.
I no longer wanted to belong to anyone else,
but him.
But you next to me,
and kissed my cheek.
I tried to back away,
but you didn't notice.
The man would look over at me,
and would stare at our intertwined hands.
Realizing I could never be his,
we both looked away.
And so we reached our stop,
and I got off with you.
Your hand pulling me away,
I glanced one more time.
Just to upset myself a little more.
Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Confined due to my fears,
I shriek away.
He extends his hand towards me,
and I slowly take it.
Giving him my all,
I question whether it was the right decision.
He has let me go before,
but he promises things have changed.
Doubtful,
my naive self, accepts.
Once again.
This vicious cycle,
has us running all around.
My heart is breaking,
while you attempt to mend it.
Can things really change?
Can you really change for the better?
"No." was all you answered.
Letting me go once again.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
A disease that no doctor can diagnose.
Bumps appearing and disappearing,
in different spots and different sizes.
Something wanting to come out,
but trapped within the tight,
pale skin.
Going from office to office,
discovery never found.
A small itch here,
a large bump there.
Medicated for an unknown factor.
Living with it for years,
you eventually get used to them.
An oddity others would shriek at,
you continue to just live life.
One day everything will be fine,
and on other days the disease will resurface.
No explanation,
and no care to find out.
I would not call it giving up,
but rather accepting your own flaws.
Learning to live with this hidden beauty,
and ignoring the bypassing whispers.
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 11:17 AM UTC
Sitting in class,
I check my watch.
Time seems to pass,
but ever so slowly.
As I glance down again,
memories begin to arise.
Within this small,
and simply thing,
thoughts and conversations lie within.
Making the right decision at the time,
I walked into this store.
With no intention,
but to look around.
As I passed by items,
and glanced here and there.
Something caught my eye.
This grey band,
with a rose gold clock.
As I looked past the glass,
I couldn't help but beg for it within.
A gentleman came by,
but simply to help.
His intentions were pure,
and he convinced me so.
I tried on the watch,
and fell in love.
As he began to talk,
I suddenly fell for the second time.
His words were true,
and his smile was kind.
I couldn't help but stay,
for was it the watch,
or this man?
Both kept me in place,
a short conversation,
that meant so much.
As my mind began to race,
I knew I needed him,
rather than this watch.
I never believed in love at first sight,
or conversation I suppose.
But who could deny this.
Distance seemed to be the problem,
but I didn't care.
This was a man I would do anything for,
and I would still to this day.
A sudden call of my name,
and it seemed I had to leave.
So difficult to break away,
but I somehow did.
As I left,
I realized,
that I would never see this man again.
And somehow I was okay with that,
because I had the watch.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
A buzzing noise all around,
making it weary for me to get rest.
This constant pestering sound,
riles me up.
Visually spotting the black fly,
I try to ignore it.
The more I push it away,
the more noise it makes.
Not being clear enough,
I must **** it.
Unable to be aware of its demise,
the fly continues to circle.
Throughout the room,
I chase it away.
But it always comes back,
for even more.
I name this fly Richard,
because it seems to be relentless.
Just like him.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
A silly summer assignment,
that could be done in a day.
Constantly pushed away,
and left to linger.
Crossing my mind here and there,
but never fully acknowledged.
Deep within ,
I realize I must finish it.
I sit down and begin to read,
but my mind seems to stray.
Within arms reach,
lies my ever so lovely laptop.
Temptation overwhelms me,
and I place the book down.
Pages crinkling,
I don't bother to look.
Hours pass,
and the computer is still open.
Going within and out of sites,
cat videos and social networks.
A thought ponders,
that book, that story.
Closing the laptop,
I pick the hard copy up.
Struggling to finish a page,
I cowardly give up.
And suddenly I realize,
I probably should not have majored in English.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC