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ripekumquat
and perhaps it was all for the best
There's this part of me, that's always been a bit more hopeful than the rest. With my dreams under my sleeve and the stars on my eyes. But dawn comes and you walk out on me, and I still wait every night for you. And that's me, same old me, that acts strong against adversity. With my chin held up high and my finger painted on the sky when the lights are on. Same old me, that remains a child at heart with my high hopes and delusions. Same old me that's still afraid of the dark
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC
childish
and i've called you drunk and i've called you sober with my heart on my mouth and that awful ache on the chest and so unlike you no shots or ten, I still mean everything i say
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
Untitled
I stare at the cieling and my mom knocks on the door every hour, scared that I might stop breathing. I do not paint and I do not write, everything is dulled by the blue upon me and I feel sad and angry, but at the same time I do not feel at all. Days are long, and nights even longer-and endless reminder of your midnight eyes and for the first time in forever, I find myself hating on the stars. I do miss you, I miss you with everything I've got left and every fiber of my body keeps calling out your name. But I miss myself more
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Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
grieving over someone who's still alive
There's an unspoken truth lingering over us, and I've long come to terms with the universe. We aren't and we will not be what we were once, and it both kills me and sets me free
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
Last words for a failed lover
Dripping blood and splinted knuckles And those midnight eyes I love so much And your mom might not care at all But I do I always do And I'm tiered of tasting copper on your lips
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Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC
you don't care
At some point you'll rember me as the girl that laughed between kisses -the girl who had never kissed anyone but you- and though I know how pathetic that sounds, I do want your hands to clentch and your lips to freeze and your ******* heart to ache like mine ever did.
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Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 10:23 PM UTC
recalling arson