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 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
eileen
You want to leave
let's fight
let's talk
things over

I don't want to play your games no more
I can't get any help
I'm going in circles
someone help

let's fight
talk things over
play nice
start the game
I never win

I don't want to play this game no more
can someone help

can I get any more
lonely

why don't you talk to me

are you always pretending

somebody help me
I never thought of the smiths as romantic before I met you
But one day you laughed and daisies sprouted in my chest
Now I can’t stop listening to Morrissey

At nineteen I broke my own heart
You mended it with kindness
And as we rang in the new year I bloomed for you

Within nine months I was a flower garden
But then September came
My flowers died from the cold
Meanwhile you were growing flowers in another girl’s garden
And I was too blind to see you never planted any in mine at all
Amateur unrequitedlove onesidedlove love unrequited
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
Gods1son
Does it really matter
That my love for you exists in three states...
My love for you is solid
Freely flowing out of me like a liquid
A source of power for me like gas!
States of matter... Solid, liquid abd gas!
High school wasn't big enough to
encapsulate the beauty you possess
and now on my IG feeds you appear,
glowing like the morning sun
wrapped in long dark hair.

Currently, we are cities apart
but my words for you still draw blanks
such beauty I can't understand,
my thoughts choking  
and I still don't know why.

We seldom talk now and then on snap chat
but it's all an act
I know we don't attract.

You different now you not that girl
the beauty is there but your lifestyle changed.
I guess it's as a result of growing up
not sure why mine hasn't changed.

I just want to stop being attracted to you
Wubs
Can you tell me how?
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
Mick
relapse
 Sep 2018 Jasmine dryer
Mick
this is a feeling I thought I had almost forgotten

I haven’t felt this numb in months

this is why i stopped smoking so much

turned to a drug that at least made me feel something

I’m sick of biting my lip until it bleeds

I’m sick of having to remind myself that I am still real
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