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Shannon Jun 2018
You told me you loved me,
You lied to my face.
You stole my heart,
And put it in a case.

You locked it away,
So far away.
You own it, you stole it,
It can't run away.

You told me you loved me,,
You lied to my face.
You closed my mouth,
Just incase.

You told me not to tell anyone,
You made me promise.
You made me quiet,
I still broke that promise.

You told me you loved me,
You lied to my face.
You stole my mind,
and entrapped it away.

You bruised me,
You hurt me.
This isn't the way.
Why did you have to
Do it anyway?

You told me you loved me,
You lied to them.
You put on a smile,
And a façade.
They believed you,
And threw my words away.

You told me you loved me,
You still lied to the rest.
I knew you were lying,
This wasn't what was best.

You lied, you pried,
You said you wouldn't do it again.
I cried, and cried,
You still inflicted the pain.

You told me you loved me,
You lied to yourself.
You said you were sorry,
But that couldn't help.

Stop, oh stop,
You did it, nonstop.
You hit, you bit,
I just wasn't enough.

You told me you loved me,
You lied, oh you ******* lied!
You could never love,
With your demons inside.
Shannon Jun 2018
one day i want to wake up,

beside you.

i want to feel your breath on my skin,

your lips lingering over my cheeks,

and your hands caressing me,

with a grasp unlike others,

and what would feel like home.

a grasp so careful, and protective,

like nobody would know.

i want to wake up beside you,

and have you love me,

all of me, for who i am.

i want to wake up beside you,

and not have you leave,

while we're making a language

that nobody can understand.

i want to wake up beside you,

while you feed me with affection,

honey sweet mutterings in my ear,

whispering things you want me to hear.

i want to wake up beside you,

i want to feel a sanctuary, a peace.

for you are my home,

let me have that please.
Shannon Jun 2018
she held the weapon in her hand,

cut open her chest,

and handed him herself.

her heart was torn, willingly,

pulsating in his hand.

he was her life,

he was her reason,

and she handed him hers infront of him.

she was devoted,

she was gold,

she couldn't love another,

only the one who held her heart in their hands.

she asked him to cradle it,

she asked him to care for it,

she asked him to love it, and nurture it.

and so he did,

he hugged it,

and he fed it,

with adoration and love,

but the next thing she knew,

he had played too hard.

he had crushed it,

and bruised it,

battered alive,

she was blind,

she did not realise he had used it,

and lied.

and so he walked away,

after feeling uninterested,

he took her heart with her,

and left her to bleed,

she cried,

she tried,

but it still wasn't enough.

she knew that someday she'd see him,

and it would be tough.
Shannon Jun 2018
its a vehement compassion,

the kind where you miss it,

you crave it,

you want it,

you need it.

a fire that awakens a fervid beast inside of you,

that weakens at the sight of you bare.

your hands holding mine,

caressing,

lingering.

your lips against mine,

tender,

and fore bearing.

but your heart is elsewhere,

your mind is elsewhere.

your heart is stirring my insides,

touching me,

loving me,

devouring me.

your mind is thinking about where you want me,

where you need me,

where all of me is open to you.

to take.

and we are bound,

though not bound by love,

that same night;

you broke me.
Shannon Jun 2018
It's a vehement compassion,

The kind where you miss it,

You crave it.

You want it.

You need it,

A fire that awakens a fervid beast inside of you,

That weakens at the sight of you bare.

Your hands holding mine,

Caressing,

Lingering.

Your lips against mine,

Tender,

And fore bearing.

But your heart is elsewhere,

Your mind is elsewhere.

Your heart is stirring my insides,

Touching me,

Loving me,

Devouring me.

Your mind is thinking about where you want me,

Where you need me,

Where all of me is open to you.

To take.

And we are bound,

Though not bound by love,

That same night;

You broke me.
Shannon May 2018
How constant you are,

from the surface of my skin, to the depth within.

Oh this pounding in my head,

the cephalalgy makes me want to drop dead.

Please just let me rest peacefully in my bed,

Though the sobriety I wish to endure won’t come.

Pills after pills,

And more pills still,

It won’t crush this rising affliction,

It’s most certainly not an addiction.

You prevent me from my task,

You crush all concentration in my path,

You’re a constant discomfort,

An ache in my brain,

I might just be going insane.

—-
Shannon May 2018
I often painted,

I enjoyed the subtle hues in which such miracles were created.

I found the colors to paint,

And wanted to paint her like the stars in the night

and the moon that shone so bright.

I wanted to paint her like the sun shining on her skin,

and the heat that radiates from it.

I often painted
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