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855 · Sep 2014
Corner Of Your Heart
Ciarra P Sep 2014
i used to think this corner of your heart would be overpopulated,
but i was so wrong;
i now know this corner of your heart is empty,
all except for me;
i have begun to realize how alone i really am now,
with only this small piece of you left;
i've been thinking of what i wouldn't give to get more,
because it'd take to long to think of what i would;
Dearest, im lonely, and cold, and so very tired in this little corner of yours.
please come back. ~cp
I miss him more than anything, and that scares me more than anything.
565 · Jul 2015
winter nights
Ciarra P Jul 2015
Its hot outside,
But I still shiver.
Like I did that night,
When I saw you in the snow,
The blaring ambulance at your side,
But through the silence in my mind,
I saw the last twinkle in your eyes.
I'm always cold now,
In remembrance of you.
Maybe one day ill be cold,
But a little warm too.
393 · Nov 2014
rainy days
Ciarra P Nov 2014
Honestly all I want is you, here, now. I want you to wrap me up in your arms and whisper in my ear about how everything is going to be okay. Because no amount of rock or sad songs can help me as much as that. I've been craving you... Every inch of you. Its almost like having a sweet tooth for just you.
All I can do is lie here in my empty queen with the lights dim singing bittersweet blues. Or sometimes I strip down to nothing, crawl under my down blankets, and put on a show for you even though youre not here. These are the things that keep me sane, baby. For those days, when all I want is you.
Xoxo CP
Just a little free writing I liked
For cameron
357 · Aug 2014
Another Poem For Dearest
Ciarra P Aug 2014
you know I can't do it:
can't ever let you go;
i can't stand the thought of losing you,
losing you for real;
can't ever be enough for you,
no matter how hard i try;
can't ever be just the shape you like,
even if i starve for days;
can't ever hate you,
no hurt, nor abandonment, nor insult could do it.
i can't, i won't;
i couldn't, i wouldn't.
because we both know i need you more than air, my dearest. ~cp
357 · Nov 2014
Praise
Ciarra P Nov 2014
"hallelujah", is what I mean to say when I press my lips to yours,
"hallelujah", is what I mean to say when I moan into your mouth;
every breath I breathe, or sound I utter, is a song of praise to you,
Because you, are more of a god than "God" ever was to me.
Xoxo CP
For cameron

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