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I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.

I’ve almost forgotten
the way your laughter used to sound.
Still, I’m over here —
barely whole,
but waiting,
willing,
if you’d reach out to me again.

I’ve almost forgotten
the colour of your eyes,
but I’m still over here.
Though I’ve crumbled into pieces
more than once,
I’m still over here, darling —
please,
reach out to me again.
Would it make life easier, if I could read your mind?
Or would I fall down, beaten by the things I'd find?
Crawling memories and secrets behind wooden doors.
Locked away for good reasons, I'm sure.
I don't want to read your mind. Just talk to me.
Juliet woke with a hollowed chest,
Pale as moonlight, robbed of rest.
Her tears still warmed the empty bed,
No whispered words, no hand to wed.

Romeo stirred with a rising grin,
The morning air a breath of sin.
Freedom jingled in his coat,
Dreams half-truths that barely float.

They were too young, hearts unbound,
Jilted lovers in a jilted town.
What a shame, for he's wiser now—
But she is gone, she won’t come down.

Juliet rose with fire anew,
Shaking off the ghost she knew.
She walked alone beneath the sky,
Found hope within a stranger's eye.

Romeo woke with aching head,
The lies he told now softly bled.
He saw through passion, raw and stark—
Chased fool’s gold that missed the mark.

They were too young, hearts unbound,
Jilted lovers in a jilted town.
What a shame, for he's older now—
But she moved on, and broke their vow.

They were too young, they couldn’t stay,
Two broken hearts that lost their way.
In this town of sighs and longing frowns,
Jilted love still haunts the grounds.
Jordan Ray Jun 2023
When the seconds turn into days; turn into weeks, turn into years
I'm losing track of the time.

On the cusp of 22; feeling black and blue, from the fights with a million voices
I'm losing track of my mind.

When the muscles in my face; begin to ache, from all the happiness I fake
It's just a matter time.

On the cusp of giving up; Lost in a sea of bad luck, nothing seems to ever be changing
It's just a matter of my mind.

I've learned to live with my broken heart
I can't even tell if it's falling apart
I guess... I've gotten used to it
I guess... I've gotten used to it
Jordan Ray May 2023
Did you think... that he meant
All the things... that he said
Do they replay... in your head
?

Did you fall... for the lies
Pulled the wool... over your eyes
Did you believe... it all
?

Start the fire.
Let's cook the liar.
Jordan Ray Aug 2022
You reached out to me again
And I felt your touch
Like a gentle shower to a wilted rose

You looked at me again
And I felt complete
Like the final puzzle piece slotted into place

You embraced me again
And I felt a delightful glow
Like the clouds had finally parted

You kissed me again
And I felt my shoulders unburden
Like nothing could bring me down

When morning set in like our initials to bark
And final call had sounded
The flurry of soft moments formatted into dreams
Retreated back into their sanctuary

I wilted,
Appeared empty,
The clouds drew like curtains
And I hit the cold callous reality
I had a dream in which you showed me how great life could be.
Jordan Ray Jul 2022
I wish that I was strong enough to turn up at your house,
To tell you that I love you, and I need you here right now,
But all these insecurities, they turn themselves into doubt

Tell me politely if we aren't meant to be
And let me down slowly not for the world to see
That I'm lost, without you.
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