You know the feeling,
When you want to cry,
And you need to cry,
But the tears won't come.
It's like they've left you too.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
Your heart has barely come out of recovery,
The wounds still fresh.
The cut still raw.
And yet you hand it to some new flirt,
Not realizing (or caring) about the damage that may be done.
If you could see past beauty and false personalities,
I'm standing here.
"I won't hurt you." I whisper out.
But you don't hear me.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
I sit here,
Just listening to the rain.
I wish to God that it was you instead,
Talking about your day, your friends, anything.
But no.
I'm just sitting here.
Listening to the sound of this **** rain.
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
He was he,
We were we,
But without you,
There cannot be me.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
I remember the first time I met her gaze,
Her eyes seemed as deep as the Atlantic,
But yet greener than the new grass spring brings.
I remember the first time I made her laugh,
Hearing that was like having an orchestra of angels play Mozart,
Just a little off beat.
I remember the first time she caused me to get butterflies,
Like seeing a child laugh or smile,
The happiness grew.
I remember the first time I made her mad,
The guilt swept over me like an inevitable storm of emotions,
But that couldn't match the pain.
I remember the first time she said she loved someone,
And when that someone wasn't me,
My heart shattered and its parts scattered into oblivion.
I remember the first time she had her heart broken,
Anger ran through me like adrenaline,
So I clenched my fists and held her close.
I remember the first time I told her I loved her,
My hands trembled like a leaf,
And I nervously awaited her response.
I remember the last time she met my eyes,
My heart stopped and so did my breathing,
As she uttered the fatal words.
"I don't love you."
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:28 PM UTC
Fictitious. Such a strange word. When fiction is fiction itself.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
They say home is where the heart is,
But then people tell me my heart is wherever he is,
When the only place I want my heart,
Is with me.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
I trembled as you drew near,
My breath caught in my throat,
I tried to tell myself you weren't ever going to love me.
The simplicity of me,
Compared to the complexness of you.
My heart echoed your name,
As my head shouted "Shut up idiot!"
But as you know,
The heart wants what it wants.
So I am loves fool again.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
"Hello."
That was the first word we spoke.
And at that time, it was enough.
"I know right!"
When we agreed on something small,
We thought it was so big. It was enough.
"Are you OK?"
A slight sign of caring, at a time of when we rarely spoke.
It was enough.
"He gets me, you know?"
The words shattered my heart
But seeing you happy, it was enough.
"I'm so scared. I don't know what to do." My anger at him, wasn't as strong as my care for you.
So when I held you close, it was enough.
"You....like me?"
Hope and fear mixed in your voice,
When I heard the hope, it was enough.
"I love you. I always have."
The words felt so natural, so right.
And so I hope for us, it is enough.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
It froze me as I looked down to her,
Her cheeks still wet with tears.
She turned away and fear smiled.
"You let me in. Now it's my turn to run the show."
And so I ran with fear.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:14 AM UTC