Your kisses burn
like a feeling I know all to well
cigarette burns on my skin
You swore you'd love me forever
never leave me
But I knew..
You were gone as soon as
I thought you were
there
But
you left, just like he did
17 years earlier.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
He kissed me,
he told me my kiss
screamed relief.
A relief only he could
bring
satisfying my insatiable
hunger for acceptance;
even for a short while.
After being rejected and thrown away
by anybody she let in.
Left alone and scarred
by everyone before him
scared to let him in but taking a jump.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 12:41 PM UTC
you; you were my
once in a lifetime,
a twisted prince charming
with cigarette scented shirts
bloodshot eyes
words cloaked in alcohol
that soothed as they stung.
and me; I guess I
was all too impressionable
the bloodshot eyes
and dilated pupils
that match your own
all too much.
But in our prime
(which was all too short)
I was your princess
My carriage being your car
my tiara being your kiss.
But, unlike the fairy tales
there was no happily ever after
for us.
and inevitably
my glass slipper broke;
just like me
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
you were alway the one striving for perfection
perfectly imperfect;
to me at least.
the perfectly straight lines
on your legs
told me you thought otherwise.
I finally understand.
you were snow,
fresh from the clouds
uncorrupted by the city streets
the innocent snowflake
that in the end of its life
has only just seen the beginning.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
I'm in your embrace and suddenly I'm safe
you're the only person who I believe when I'm told "I won't leave."
Because let's face it, time passes and it seems that as often as the leaves change, people change.
but not you.
The most constant thing in my life
My security blanket
My best friend,
Because I know when I feel alone, I never really am because you'll never leave me.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
I kissed him,
and for the first time
in a long time
tasted true sadness,
a depression brought on
by
e m p t i n e s s
a young boy
watching his father leave
for a trip,
a trip lasting sixteen years
he'd watch his dad leave
through his windows
waving as he watched,
I'd imagine at least.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
I guess I should've know
we started in flames
and ended with a fizzle
rather than an explosion.
but yeah,
it was constantly approaching
which is what I guess
had to happen
eventually
you'd have to leave
or I'd push you away
like I do so many times
but I swallowed it down
willing to take the jump
knowing that if we started high
we would end low
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 7:24 AM UTC
you were always more of a moon
than a sun.
that is, the sun is constant
a false sense of happiness
to get others through the day
probably wishing she could disappear
but you,
you were the least constant
yet most consistent thing
to me at least
like the moon you went through stages
but you decided it was time for a new moon
so you disappeared
completely
just enough to start
a new life
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 12:24 PM UTC
the movie ends,
the credits roll,
the pictures fade to black.
at that moment the past two hours vanish away.
the fights,
the love triangles,
the heartbreaks...
none of it matters anymore.
the characters come together in the credits,
because they all play a role in the story...
the credits are a reminder of everything working out in the end.
if life were like a movie,
or a play even,
there would be no hatred,
judgment
or animosity,
because everyone would come together at the end to acknowledge their efforts...
so maybe that's what the world needs,
the final credits,
a bow.
everyone who hurt each other holding hands to show unity in the story.
so before you're so quick to say what the world needs,
maybe we just all need to take a curtain call.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 12:17 PM UTC