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Jo Aug 2014
You are never home,
only in glimpses,
scarce instances that i live for.
those moments i cherish,
leaving me breathless,
making me certain in love,
but then you are gone.
and i am alone once again,
left to wonder,
were you really there?
or just a figment of my imagination?
like a beautiful dream,
that satisfies the brain
and fulfills the senses,
until morning,
when i awake to reality,
and the bed beside me empty.
Jo Aug 2014
Do you love me?
Should I let myself fall
completely?
Partially?
Do  I even have a choice?
Jo Aug 2014
I feel myself letting go of your hand,
The one I've known for so long.
Leaving the tight embrace that held me.
And I go,
Alone,
To find meaning,
The truth,
And somehow,
I am okay
Jo Aug 2014
My heart pounds to the echo of your name,
my breath even with yours,
you are mine,
and i am yours,
unbreakable
untouchable
our bodies intertwined,
and for a moment,
we are *infinite
Jo Aug 2014
you are not gone.
your life still goes on,
somewhere that's green.
beyond the torment of death
destruction
and lies,
you live.
You live in the light,
where your face is sun kissed,
beautifully illuminated,
perfectly sculpted.

your smile, still bright
your eyes, still shining
your memory, still burned in my mind,
etched in my heart,
forever burning.
Your life inspired me,
filled me with light and hope,
your death crushed me,
the mystery still kills me,
I'll always miss you,
always love you,
you'll be my Romeo forever
In loving memory of my friend Tyler who passed away suddenly a few years ago, RIP <3
Jo Aug 2014
You filled me with warmth,
wrapped me in you arms,
kissed me too hard,
loved me too deeply.
We laughed together,
the sweet bliss of ignorant love.
But it was not real.
We woke up empty handed and confused.
The love was a lie,
and the lie was a dream,
and the dream was lost.
  Aug 2014 Jo
Tupelo
You can still smell
the summer nights
Warm and wet,
The hushed conversations
through paper thin walls,
It's around midnight and the instruments are singing,
My lips never felt better than
when they were pressed
against yours
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