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I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
 May 2020 Tabitha Lee
Micah G
Why
 May 2020 Tabitha Lee
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 May 2020 Tabitha Lee
Lost Girl
I am a warrior.
Stronger than her demons.
Braver than the darkness.
 May 2020 Tabitha Lee
Mamolefe
I sip on my green tea
wishing for it to cleanse me.
Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume.
Wishing for it to break down my toxins.
Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.

Green Tea

A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul

Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes.
A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours.
Yet, I sip
.. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.

So I sip...
And sip...
And sip...

Swallowing it’s brew...and my tears.
 May 2020 Tabitha Lee
Chloe
Regrets
 May 2020 Tabitha Lee
Chloe
You might be quite bored
But don’t make the same mistake
Do NOT dye your hair
I know everyone’s bored in quarantine but do not dye your hair.
 May 2020 Tabitha Lee
A Poet
Here
 May 2020 Tabitha Lee
A Poet
Just know when you are lost
   and have nowhere to go;
       when you whisper,
and not even the echo rings.
      you will feel my love;
  feel my skin, feel my touch.
        and hear back;
   I'm here.

-Here
Which era is this?
Where love eminences to suffer,
Where unexpected arrival reeks fear.
Afar destination still awaits our bliss.

Which era is this?
Where nature rampage over and over,
Where Red Dahlias disguise as beautiful aster,
Afar destination still awaits our bliss.

Which era is this?
Where burning tears of sky leisurely cry terror,
Where the last phrase of life exclaims horror.
Afar destination still awaits our bliss.

Behind our backs the door slowly closes
And In front a new one appears to venture
New era awaits our torture
And miles and miles are yet to cover.
 May 2020 Tabitha Lee
Lil Lalo
You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care
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