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DElizabeth Oct 2022
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what do you do when
you are not your best friend's best friend?

i have to remember,
all long nights come to an end

what do i do when
their silver is my gold?

i must remember,
you'll still be here when you're old

what do you do when
you'd break your back just to see them break a smile?

i can remember,
it won't be forever, just a long while

what should I do when
i can no longer pretend?

i tell myself,
even the worst of days all come to an end

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DElizabeth Oct 2022
he used to be so patient with me,
now he just hates everything i feel.
DElizabeth Oct 2022
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"LET ME GO"

i scream as she tightens her grip


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DElizabeth Oct 2022
he makes the mundane feel romantic
and the ordinary feel extraordinary.

things like paper boats, white wildflowers on the side of the road, times of birth, or picking up fallen-over magazines from the floor at the store.

he makes me want to dance
like no one is watching.

he makes me want to
chase my wildest dreams
and stop at nothing or no one.

he makes me want to touch him
until our cheeks are colored crimson,
salty sweat drips from our brows,
and we fall asleep from sweet exhaustion.

he makes me want to
fall and fly &
grow and cry

he makes me want to
run away from this place
we call "home"
to make a new one from nothing.

he makes me want to
love myself and never look back
to what held me from doing so.

he makes me want to love him..
he makes me want to love him
no matter how hard..
no matter how easy..
DElizabeth Sep 2022
Ray
a capital letter

maybe there's hope for me afterall

distant persistent beats

reverse . . . reverse . . . reverse

if i only could . . .

i dreamt of fire

i wake to fire

stretch out my hand into the young, bright, & golden ray

finger wrapped in brown bandages

i stand there staring at how i could find something so mundane so wonderful . . .so romantic . . .so beautiful

i slowly tilt my hand & turn it so that my palm is facing the pale-painted ceiling

i slowly open my palm, outstretching my fingers, then gently close it again as if to catch the ray

rays . . .a byproduct of fire

something beautiful can come of something terrifying

i need fresh air

morning air is filled with purity, a life unlived, untouched, untainted, unknown . . .

filled with dew & songs of birds & innocent light

maybe there is hope for me afterall
DElizabeth Aug 2022
hug
Hours, how many more hours longer until the butterflies cooped
                  within this hollow stomach of mine tell me you're near?
Umbrella terms for emotions that cannot be expressed with words.
God, only God knows if we will meet for the first time all over again...
DElizabeth Aug 2022
I.
"gimme love"
joji

II.
"sanctuary"
joji

III.
"glimpse of us"
joji

IV.
"your man"
joji

V.
"like you do"
joji

VI.
"wanted u"
joji

VII.
"i'll see you in 40"
joji

VIII.
"slow dancing in the dark"
joji

IX.
"will he"
joji
[she]

X.
"afterthought"
joji, benee

XI.
"yukon (interlude)"
joji
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