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Justine May 2015
If I could light the sky
In the darkest hours
only
To make you smile
I'd pluck a match and throw it high

Black consumed by orange for the world to see

No one else can divert my affection
I only see the flames dance across your deep ocean eyes
Love is too weak of a word to describe

The beauty of it all
Releases the ache in your soul

Equilibrium has been accomplished within the cleanse of our burnt existence
Justine May 2015
Spectacular is the image of self defeat
When everything around me shines so brightly
The only thing I can see is darkness seeping out of every beam
I want to scream at the top of my lungs
But how can I make a sound when I can't even breathe?
There's no conclusion to the bottomless pit of this scene
The only thing I can see is my vulnerability being used against me
When everything around me has been built upon lies and secrecy
Spectacular is the image of self defeat.
Justine Apr 2015
It eats me alive
Ripping through like a twister
Unpredictable
I never know when it will hit and when it will die

I think it's a lie
I'd rather feel numb than pain
The coward's honor may not be to desire
Then again the grass is always greener

The source seems unreachable
The hypersensitivity gets so unbearable
Breathing alone is a chore
I am no longer human

Then the sun comes back out
Suddenly I can see
It feels so great until I wonder
How long do I get to be me?
This is about my anxiety
Justine Apr 2013
Blood is lava,
Boiling hot in my veins,
When your eyes gaze upon me,
Dancing carelessly over flesh so hungry,
Begging for that touch,
Sensual warmth of another,
Who ignites excitement,
Wanting,
Creating unknown needs,
And unimaginable wants,
I crave,
I desire,
Your body,
Your love.
Justine Feb 2013
Please Don’t Cry For Me
Please Don’t Cry for Me
We’ll be so happy
I promise, babe, just wait and see
Please Don’t Cry for Me
Please Don’t Cry For me
I know it hurts now, I’m sorry
But we’re better off, babe, just wait and see
Please Don’t Cry for Me
Please Don’t Cry for Me

In Memory of Stacey Ann 12-19-1987 to 02-05-2013
Justine Jan 2012
I'm a little bit damaged,
Of this I wont dare lie.
I was a broken heart held together with glue,
A soul of unquestionably biased pride.
I never pictured happiness,
Until the day I met you.
I never dreamed of stability,
It seemed far fetched,
Too good to be true.
I can be a little bit crazy,
And this,
A **** poor excuse,
But true to my word I just never knew any better.
It's the only path I ever knew.
My trust may sometimes fade,
And my words sometimes harsh and rude.
I'm by no means a perfect person,
Even if I try to be for you.
I do want you to know that I want to be what you need,
The girl that's strong,
The woman that supports you through and through.
I don't want to imagine a life,
That exists without you.
I'm sorry you've seen those pieces,
The ones that I tried to hide.
I'm sorry you saw the emotions,
The ones I forgot existed inside.
You make me smile,
You make me feel complete,
You make my heart melt,
Your kisses are pure ecstasy.
And I know sometimes it may not seem true,
But baby I really, honestly am so in love with you.
Justine Jan 2012
Suicide trickles sweetly
Down a tree covered in blood soaked scars
Falling victim to the predator that dictated it.
Death, rarely more precious than fragile life
Is strangely beautiful in this rare and gruesome scene.
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