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 Feb 2014 Jordan Robertson
Dánï
It's scary,
It's terrifying,
How your love is meant to cure but instead I become *weary,

Your words are hate defying.

I'm waiting,
I'm impatient.

You're leaving one day, that goes without saying.
Don't mean to hurt you, I'm just being blatant.

It's sad,
It's dreadful,

How you try so hard to please me as I'm waving a red flag.
I'm pushing, you keep pulling- soon you'll be regretful.

I'm weak,
I'm needy.

Be strong for the both of us as I **** the strength out of you with every word I speak.
I beg you to stay as I push you out, hardheartedly.

You're striving,
You're standing tall.
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Telling me to believe in us whilst we're *thriving.

But I'm fragile, powerless- we're beginning to fall and *there's nothing you can say or do at all.
I'm sorry

-d.***
 Feb 2014 Jordan Robertson
Dánï
Nothing I do seems right,
Sincere actions getting no avail.
The more I seek, the more it's out of sight,
Trust gets you nowhere.

How do you stand tall,
On crumbling grounds?
This effect of the snowball,
Is slowly wearing me out.

How do you keep a clear mind,
With a head full of steam?
The more I try, the more I find,
It all isn't what it seems.

How do you keep hope,
When you're continuously knocked down?
In a faithless home,
You're never safe and sound.

It gets closer and closer, such an appealing cliff,
All that's pulling me back are the countless *what if's.
-d.***
 Feb 2014 Jordan Robertson
Dánï
I'd like to distract your thoughts,
Caress you, make you feel nice and hot.

For my own pleasure,
And maybe yours.

I'll feel good making you feel good,
Be very still, I'll set the mood.

Don't try to please me,
I'm numb, you'll see.

Worry not- you'll enjoy it,
The peak is in the heat of the moment.

Your senses are going crazy,
You're liking this, aren't you, baby?

You've become undone, you beg for more,
Sure.. there's always more to explore.

But, there are rules this time,
Fret not- you'll be fine.

Can't touch me, I can't stand it,
Keep eye contact, you'll soon be an addict.

The friction is building, your sweat is visible,
Wish it was more than just physical- I'm unforgivable.

You reach the top and come crashing down,
Only your erratic breathing, not another sound.

You want more of me- all of me,
But, there's not much to give, sadly.

You want to stay, you suggest to sleep on the floor,
Oh how silly, no honey, there's the door.
-d.***
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