Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Olivia-Grace Feb 2016
Knowing he will never hold me like that again.
Knowing it's possibly the very end.

Knowing he kissed me and left me alone.
Knowing that I am now on my own.

Knowing how easy it was for him to just up and leave.
Knowing how hard it was for me to even breathe.

Knowing is the true power that can conquer all.
But knowing he's gone will be my greatest downfall.
Olivia-Grace Jan 2016
Goodbyes are never wanted by us,
But instead they are our deepest fears.
Leaving us broken and afraid,
Hoping not to shed any tears.

But when you're sitting alone in your room,
And you feel a part of you has died.
"Take deep breaths," they tell you,
"At least you can say that you've tried."

But it's almost laughable,
Because no one knows the pain in your heart.
It's a salty smile you taste,
You might as well tell him he has torn you apart.
Olivia-Grace Jan 2016
Him
His voice reminds me of blades, sharp yet slick.
It can cut through skin but never can cut through brick.

His hair reminds me of silk, soft like his lips.
Sometimes it sends tingles through my finger tips.

His smile reminds me of my dreams, constantly following me.
He is so **** beautiful but he can't even see.

Every piece of him just remindes me, that I can never call him mine.
Its like I'm always lying, when I tell him I am fine.
Olivia-Grace Jan 2016
My heart hurts for the girls wishing to be done.
But mostly it breaks for the innocent one.

Crying over the boys who dragged her down.
She's trying so **** hard not to drown.

My head pounds hard like a fist knocking on a door.
I'm feeling the sting as I sink to the floor.

Broken and beaten is all I can feel.
Wishing this whole thing wasn't even real.

I realize I am too falling for a boy.
Who's been using me for the sheer purpose of joy.

My stomach is hurting like I'm going to be sick.
It's like he's a team captain and he gets his first pick.

I guess I should be lucky I was his number one choice.
But I can never stop hearing his deep raspy voice.

The buzzing in my ear never disappears.
It's as if I'm living my worst fears.

Soon I begin to understand the pain.
I understand why people are in love with the rain.

One thing is promised, to me it's a fact.
I will be ****** if I ever turn back.

— The End —