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To be unable to sleep without a drink in my system
To be unable to feel love, but seek it
To not know what beholds for me
But crave something

I feel so incredibly alone,
Summer is over and my birthday is tomorrow
I feel so low, all time low
I need something to believe in,
A war to fight for
To serve a purpose other than plating overpriced proteins

I feel stuck, unable to get myself out of this rut

It is 6 in the morning and I haven't slept yet
Im not tired
Falling skies and exposed bricks

Life has proven to be hard for me
I feel it all, everything I've done wrong
But I just cant let love feel

I am so incredibly alone
 Sep 2015 Ashleigh Marie
Kale
I let the sadness
and the pain
Eat at my flesh
Causing me strife
In walking another day.
I stayed for you
Changed for you
But I guess it was not enough.
Now I am locked in the
Pit of Sorrows
Waiting for you to
Rescue my heart
From the shadow which
You left it.
Because one day
The noose around my neck
Will get tighter
And that will be the end
Of the bond I treasure
and I have to wonder
If you meant
What you said
Or if they were just
hickeys
Sweet at first
But made to leave bruises
....ugh
What is love and who defines it. Is love an abstract thing or is it tangible? Is love an act of sacrifice or is it being understanding to another? Is love the act of sharing, or is it being graceful towards another? Is love between two people or can love be between a person and a thing? Who is to say what defines love? When two hearts embrace as poets might illustrate, is this the bonding of love, Does love defy the conventional concepts of limited time? Can it be eternal and transcendent? In truth no one person can say what love truly is, because it comes in so many manifestations. All that can be said for sure is that love can be recognized when one person sees it, because it elicits feelings and deep emotions that are of a positive nature which is the inverse of all things negative. So truly what is love>
 Sep 2015 Ashleigh Marie
Emma
I miss your fingers intertwined with mine
I miss the way our bodies fit together perfectly
I miss your lips on mine
I miss your lips on my neck
I miss your touch
I miss the way you say "I love you"
I miss how well I slept with you
I miss how being with you felt like home
I miss being weird with you
I miss how being with you felt so right

Oh god
I'm not sure of a lot of things,
but I'm sure of you

And I miss you

-e.w.

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