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Jun 2013 · 345
Untitled
Lisapotamus Jun 2013
Misery loves company.

If you can't make me happy, I will make you miserable.

Misery loves company.
May 2013 · 1.3k
If love were enough.
Lisapotamus May 2013
I would save you.
I would love you enough to make all of the pain that everybody else has caused you to go away.
I would love you enough, more than enough.
I would be happy.
We would be happy.

I would love you with a strong and fierce passion.
I would make you feel worth the breath that you breathe.
I would make you feel the worth of every beat of your heart.

I would take you into my heart and show you that there is room for you.
There will always be room for you.

I would show you your value, your worth.
I would show you who you could really be, who you are meant to be.
I would show you that they are all wrong about you, I see who you really are.
I would be by your side, I would defend you.

You are perfect.
You are the most beautiful soul and my perfect fit.
You are the swell in my chest and the rush in my brain.
You are the warm arms and beating heart.
You are the comfort and the joy.
You are the warmth of the sand and the cool of the ocean.  
You are perfect.

You are misunderstood.
You deserve the very best.
You deserve to be loved the way that I love you.

If love could just make time turn back.
If love could just make this perfect.
If I could be another person to love you, somebody not quite so close.
If we could steal each other and never look back.
If love were enough
I would love you enough, more than enough.
You are perfect.
May 2013 · 628
The Open Door
Lisapotamus May 2013
I hear the door crack open
My soul rushes through the back of my skull
an egg yolk through the door of an airplane at cruising altitude

My body turns to jello
The air turns to tar

I can't move

I am hovering over my own body watching myself scream
"STOP"

It is as if Hermes himself grabs my body
and gives me the strength and speed of 10,000 men

I run
I run
I run

I catch you 5 steps from the end of your life

I wrap my arms around my personal Achilles
and not for the first time
and not for the last
I find safety in numbers
May 2013 · 359
Where are you from?
Lisapotamus May 2013
I am from the ocean
I am from the sea

I am from the mountains
I am from the trees

I am from a hateful act
I am from your spite

I am from the jagged edge
I am from your darkest night

I am from the starry sky
I am from the moon

I am from the vicious anger
I am from your nightmare

I am from a beautiful place
I am from your sorrow
May 2013 · 427
Zen
Lisapotamus May 2013
Zen
How nice it is to feel the zen
When you fall in love with your family again

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