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 Sep 2024 Billie Marie
Jay
Regret
 Sep 2024 Billie Marie
Jay
I regret everything.
I regret falling in love.
I regret leaving.
I regret opening up.
I regret hurting so many.
I regret being desperate.
I regret changing.
I regret running away.
I regret staying.
I regret turning away.
I regret meaning everything.
I regret feeling unsafe.
I regret playing games.
I regret loving.
I regret caring.
I regret it all.
 Aug 2024 Billie Marie
J
cinders
 Aug 2024 Billie Marie
J
As he stands there
on the edge of surrender
you let the fire spread
let it consume the air between you
until there is nothing but heat
letting him smolder
letting him yearn
until he's nothing
but ash and embers at your feet

until there is nothing
but a man on fire
and a woman who knows exactly
how to make him burn
When the sun is down
The moon comes around to try & hug her
Night & day are lovers
Forever chasing each other
An endless endeavour like no other
They are meant for one another
Hiding their feelings behind the Earth's cover
During dusk & dawn, they blend their colours
It's their love they utter
The moon adores the sun more during summer
In awe of her in her element
Surrounded by stars, he stays celibate
Astounded by her being above par
Far above, yet still with benevolence
No one comes close, they're irrelevant
Shines so bright, she must be heaven sent
Why does love have to hurt like this?
I put a rose upon your window with the sun
And I don't know if its chastened kiss
Against the pane meant something to someone
Like you. Would you hold me again,
I, who decided to cut you, and who wrote you
An entire play, or rewrote one? Deign,
I ask. Rise, I pray. But I can't even quote you
And know you'll answer. You said something like
Sorry. You said something like tenderness,
But I can't accept "like", you know, unlike
My younger self. I cannot stress
Enough, how much my longing bloomed
Each second it should have been appeased;
And you changed tunes and said "It's doomed,"
But I can't see the day I'll be released.
 Aug 2024 Billie Marie
Joan Doe
Sometimes saying goodbye to someone
doesn't nearly hurt as much
as saying goodbye to the version of you
that existed alongside them.
'here we are'
but I knew that
I go by a map
which states,
'you are here'

I woke up anyway to find it was Tuesday
but I knew that too.

there's something beautiful about early morning
as if something greater is being born into the
scheme of things.
It is how it is and not what it might be
but
if we walk a different path
things may change, if only slightly

and quite rightly so
it's just that sometimes
we keep on doing the
only things we know.
Some
save the World
I save coupons,

there's a catalogue coming
or so they told me
but that was back in
sixty-three
and the old me
is beginning to doubt what they said,

it's a bit too late for me now to
save the world,
how would I start?
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