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Destre' Jun 2015
Small
Minescule
Unimportant
**microscopic speck of dust in the universe
Sometimes thats how he makes me feel
Destre' Jun 2015
Hmmm
                                                           ­               Whats so wrong with giveing in
Maybe a little*                  
                                       ­                                   and whats so wrong with giveing up
Just enough to make it okay

Just enough to silence the itch          
                                                 ­                          who wants to fight all the time anyways

*This time
Im a hypocrite
Destre' Jun 2015
I can't think straight
because I still smell like you
Ill go mad at this rate
Id never admit its true
But you send my head spinning with just a glance
And the worst part is you havent the slightest clue
I know theres no chance
For me and you
ill smile still even when you talk about your latest romance
Because thats what best friend's do

Somtimes I say things that are random
And somtimes you dont quite get it
But you have no idea; couldnt ever fathom
The things id do for you and your quick witt
Should you ever ask
Id walk a mile
No matter the task
Just to see you smile
Destre' Jun 2015
I hurt all over, physically sick
Stuck with the haunting memory of his words
you can trust me, im here for you
I can still hear his voice so clear
So kind
So careing
I miss you babygurl
What once was comforting now only instills fear
How could he fake somthing like that?
How could he have lived with himself?
He was never real
Turning somthing thats supposed to be gental; Someone who trusted you with everything
Into a game

I wont be part of it.
Destre' Jun 2015
I wish I could find peace in the stars I see
Inbeween the rustling leaves of the trees being roused by the calm summer breeze
But my heads too clouded
So I cant, you see, see the beautiful stars as there ment to be seen
For now my eyes are closed because the view was obstructed
By the **** leaves of these haunting trees
Maybe they didnt want me to see
What selfish trees with their many leaves
Maybe im not supposed to find peace
What is peace really anyways?
Destre' Jun 2015
What are you thinking?
                                    This doesn't have to mean anything
Mm nothing
                                    But it does, doesnt it?
                                    It means everything to you
                                                            ­                                     But its nothing
                                    Yeah, right
Are you okay?

Yeah, of course
                                 *I dont want to be just this to you
Destre' Jun 2015
Top floor window
                              rope around a cealing fan
                                                             blade to wrist
                                                           ­                  Or a loaded gun
Why not all of thee above
                                   Lets have some fun
Not trying to glamorize death in anyway or make fun of suicide,  im sorry if it sounds that way to anyone ♥
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