I find my place
In between your arms
In between your tender kisses
And soft whispers of “you’re my everything”
I find my place
In between the warmth of your embrace
And the scent of your neck
And the fierceness of your touch
I find my place lost inside your soul
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 5:01 AM UTC
In your arms,
I'm in my safe haven.
With you holding me tight,
I have no other craving.
All I need is that one look
that says you're always there,
just like in a romance book.
Your eyes talk to me as the world stands still.
My once empty heart now with love does fill.
Your eyes tell me that
you'll love me every day.
No matter what may come,
you'll be there to stay.
I tell you everything and never with a lie:
all my worldly secrets
and everything that once made me cry.
Everything in my past,
with you I can forget it all.
I know I can trust you
to catch me if I fall.
If only I could explain
how much love I have for you.
Then maybe, just maybe, you'd feel it too.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 10:49 PM UTC
There is a boy who only loves me in his sleep.
He kills me every dawn and revived me every twilight with a kiss.
He is both my tormentor and my savior;
A precious dream out of the ashes of my nightmares.
He loves me only in his sleep.
On those brief moments when the night touches the sky.
While I’ve been loving him every moment of every day.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
Some days,
I feel everything at once.
Some days,
I feel nothing at all.
I don’t know what’s worse;
Drowning beneath the waves
Or dying from the thirst.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 10:40 PM UTC
If Jumping into a black hole
would bring back your smile
I would do it
in a heartbeat.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC
Writing about him was the only thing that kept me sane. I turned him into metaphors and called him everything from a drug to a hurricane. Now that I am healed, I see my writing made him look so exotic and special, but he wasn't. He was just a boy, a boy who I thought was way more.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
Let's face it, we just aren't meant to be, It's my fault. You are fire and I am water.
You burn brightly. You are energetic, fierce, strong, and warm. You could do anything. You're passionate, a little hot-headed at times, occassionally a bit dangerous, but you can love like no one else.
I am calming. I go with the flow. I'm cool, but not in a good way. My heart is cold. I crash into everything like waves. I engulf things. Anyone that meets me ends up changed for the worse. I am the ocean during a storm. I don't want your fire to be extinguished by my water. So I am letting you go. Get out, before you drown.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
God I loved his eyes. They held the whole ocean. When he was happy, they were a clear, radiant blue. They were usually slightly crinkled around the corners as he laughed or smiled, with no trace of a storm.
But when he was angry? Oh, that was a completely different matter. They were gray, murky, and blazing with rage. Those eyes could burn a whole in your heart.
When he was sad? They turned icy, cold, totally unlike him. There were a few clouds, but mostly just ice. This hurt me the most.
The day he left, they were an odd mix of the three. Those eyes swallowed me whole and I'm still trying to get out of them.
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC
It's strange how a few short seconds can lead you in a whole new direction,
It alters how you think and act and see your own reflection.
From a single moment on, my life was forever changed,
Like everything I previously knew had suddenly been rearranged.
No one will ever understand just how I felt that day,
But deep within this poem I shall try to convey.
I cannot even begin to illustrate the repulsive person I once knew.
I intend to simply express the horror that I went through.
I was abruptly pinned against the wall of a hard, rough concrete stairwell,
At two AM, in Hempstead, where not a soul was likely to dwell.
Suddenly I was captured, no possible way to escape.
Wondering if I deserved it, if it was truly my fate.
I tried to fly away, but my wings he had broke.
I was like an innocent cow, that he used to **** and poke.
My mind filled with confusion, and his filled with lust.
He took another part of me with each and every ******
Tears like elegant pearls gracefully danced down my face,
I peered into his soul with a firm look of disgrace.
His cold touch like a vacuum, ******* out the life in me.
His ears were wide open, but he wouldn't hear my plea.
Standing there in the night, so scared, so exposed.
I was covered by a veil of darkness, like satin petals of a rose.
The glowing moon looked down at me, peaking through a massive blanket of stars.
I could touch it; it seemed so close, but it was really oh so far.
Worse than at the doctor; he injected me with filth and dirt.
His intention was deliberate; it was very clear and overt.
It is a bit funny that a piece of **** is all he'll ever be,
And the only thing that he accomplished doing in life-is me.
Sometimes late at night I simply can't fall sleep,
Thinking about how my innocence is no longer mine to keep.
What some can only imagine in their worst possible nightmare,
Is my gruesome reality that can't be undone nor repaired.
I may have the sweetest smile, glowing between my nose and chin.
But only I know the truth about the deep secrets held within.
I may have the prettiest eyes that have seen more than they should,
And have cried more delicate tears than anyone else ever could.
I may have the kindest heart, but that came with a cost.
It has felt the worst of pains, and experienced the greatest loss.
I cannot change the past, an event to which I succumbed.
But I can focus on the present, and change what is to come.
We are all so different, and yet so much the same.
Everyone, in some way or another, will experience a kind of pain.
Everybody has things they wish not to recall,
Into each life some rain must fall.
Scattered throughout our lives, like a friend that is one of a kind,
Dreary days will steadily approach, bad memories trailing behind.
These dark days are necessary, just as important as the rest,
For if we didn't have the worst, we couldn't recognize the best.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 11:04 PM UTC