I found her in her room
scattered across the floor,
in piles and in heaps,
shoved in corners,
hidden under the bed,
amongst the trash and the relics.
I discovered her in it all.
In her room, I learned who she was.
We both found her there,
as she sorted through it with me.
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 1:09 PM UTC
I wrote a tragedy with our lips.
The story of our affair was filled with pages of your fingertips fluttering across my skin.
Paragraphs covered our hidden desires to embrace what we pretended was ours.
There were stolen kisses between the eyes of the public eye;
Metaphors to mask our immorality;
Chapters filled with our indiscretions;
Never quite reaching the ****** we would have called love.
I crafted a leather bound catastrophe of your infidelity where the bookends were our lips, and between them rested the arc of our lust.
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
I wrote a tragedy with my lips
the story of our love
the pages of your hands across my skin
paragraphs of our hidden desire
our stolen kisses written in-between the lines of the public eye
the ******
metaphors to mask our immorality
chapters filled with indiscretions
the leatherbound catastrophe of your infidelity
the bookends were our lips
and between them was the story of our tragic love
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
Have you ever been so tired
that the words won't come
and sentences won't form
and it's hard to communicate
the simplest ideas
because you're so
exhausted
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
"I know everything," you say
looking me in the eyes,
testing me with an arrogant smirk.
Yet, you question
what's wrong with me.
Funny, how you think you're right
when you really don't seem
to know anything at all.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 8:15 PM UTC
Awkward tension
hangs in the air
like the stale smell after the rain.
Every once in a while
a silent glance between us
shows the hurt,
or in your case,
a very apathetic expression.
Don't look at me like that.
What happened to the "I'll always care"?
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 7:38 PM UTC
I still get butterflies
thinking about
the first time
we held hands.
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 7:23 PM UTC
I'm sorry
about your sweatshirt
I couldn't
help myself
from stealing it
But it isn't my fault
you didn't believe
that I would never
give it back.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 9:39 PM UTC
"Are you mad at me?"
"I wouldn't say 'mad.'"
I'd say
captious
petulant
furious
acrimonious
irritable
querulous
sour
acerbic
peevish
ornery
livid
vicious.
No, of course I'm not mad at you.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 7:40 PM UTC
You said he's no Mr. Wonderful
that there's a lot of shame in his name
You said his bad side is something I'd never want to see
but I've seen glimpses once in awhile
You got upset when I said he was amazing
Scolding me to say he really wasn't
You're his best friend
I'm just Miss Pathetically-In-Love
Maybe you're just protecting me
when you say he's awful
Maybe I should trust you
when you say you speak the truth
Wait a minute, why do you care so much?
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 5:08 PM UTC