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it has been days and weeks
since my tears kissed my cheeks
yet here i am, writing in such a long time
with you in my mind, i cant think of any rhyme

it's always you for months and weeks,
it's you my mind always thinks
your name my mouth always speaks
your soul my heart always seeks
i still miss you and it hurts right now
i miss you please come back
 Aug 2015 Death by Daydream
NV
3:58
 Aug 2015 Death by Daydream
NV
IT'S 3:58 IN THE MORNING.
AND GOD, I HATE HOW MUCH I MISS YOU.

ACTUALLY, NO.
I LIE.

I HATE HOW MUCH YOU DON'T DESERVE IT.
 Jul 2015 Death by Daydream
Court
I should tell you I pull away from hugs that last longer than 3 seconds.
I should warn you that my anger gets the best of me when I start to feel something.
It takes me awhile to adjust.
You're gonna have to be patient with me.

I know it may be hard to understand but my heart lets go before it even gets a grip.
I may not talk alot about my life but know that I am trying.
I  have been hurt so much before.
Try to be patient with me.

I've been down this road before and it left me with scars
so don't fret when my body tenses up when you grab my hand.
I'm starting to learn that the touch from a man isn't always full of empty promises and hurtful intentions.
You're gonna have to learn to be patient with me.
Everything hurts.
Everything is numb.

Everything is heightened.
Everything is dull.

Everything is lacking.
Everything is too much.

Everything was me,
but now everything is nothing.
 Jul 2015 Death by Daydream
MKF
I learned today
That our cells regenerate
Every seven years.
It gives me peace
To know that in seven years
My body will no longer know you.
In seven years my skin
Will no longer tingle
At your touch.
In seven years my tongue
Will no longer remember
The taste that your lips allowed.
In seven years my eyes
Will no longer see you
On every street corner.
In seven years my ears
Will no longer hear
The music in your voice.
In seven years my nose
Will no longer smell
Your cologne in my bed.
But I learned another fact today:
Your braincells never go.
How tormenting it is
That you'll be gone from all my senses
But, in seven years, still haunt my mind.
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