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I had to leave you
So I could prove to myself that I can be a go-getter.
I made something of myself and it doesn't seem to sit well with you.
You're drinking with my enemies and telling tales of my little beginnings like they're yours to sell.


I could have stayed and let you ruin me,
I should have stayed and masturbated while you watched and spoke to your other lovers on the phone.
I would have stayed and let you keep feeding me,
But I'm a very proud fabric,
Softeners can never weaken my fibers.


I could have stayed and been unable to write this message to you;
I could have pegged my life a repeated error-message and decided to give up;
But I realized that you desperately wanted me to do so,
So I walked away broken so you could have your happy ending.
It's lonely in this crowd.
The raindrops in the air,
Feel like static on my skin,
Like broken pins and needles,
Finding their way in.

I can't stop struggling for air,
In the humid summer breeze,
My lips and lungs damp,
And forgetting how to breathe.

Choking on sunlight,
Strangled by the heat,
But drowned gently.
My copacetic life:
Boring, plain, safe.
I am only resting and waiting
To just stop existing
I never waited for you
Or the fear you instill to me
Because why would I
Angel/Devil
I do not know you
But I want to
Temptation,
All around.
When focus,
Is all I need.

Worry,
Seeks guidance,
From me.

Dreams,
I see,
Drifting further away.

My life,
Passing by,
In front of me.

Seize,
I remember,
Although not many.

The mental imprint,
Of the greatest
And the worst.

I see,
My greatest tragedies,
In absolute truth.

I see,
My greatest triumphs,
In ultimate simplicity.

My life,
Naked.
Dissected.

Destiny is made,
When you master,
Not the exterior.

Death
Purpose
Freedom

Persistence
Time
Priority

Soul­

Believe,
Believe In yourself.
Nurture the garden,
That is your mind.
it's nothing serious, no
i fade              
and shift
into the
background
        holding
onto cold, dark
         winter
warm candlelight and
the feel of you,
but
no, it's nothing serious
     see me      
advance          and
retreat
relishing the spring
air
songs of you
there is me,
trying to reach you.
and there is you,
caught in a web.
a search
born
of heartbreak
and
i always think
the last word
is the last word
but there
is always more
to say...
i think
i finally heard you
this time.
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