Liz And Lilacs

Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014

...

It makes me angry,
When other people hurt each other.
I couldn't give a ****
about what you do to me,
but please don't hurt others.

I've long since stopped caring
About my own feelings.
If I can protect someone else,
I'll take the beating.

I can't write today.

Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014

Immortality

I don't understand
the human desire
for endless life.
For me,
Immortality
would be
a curse.
Eternity trapped
my thoughts?
No thank you.

Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014

Pills

I've been awake for too long again.
Take the pills and sleep?
Risk the nightmares?
Or stay awake...
Again...
I'm kind of sick of not sleeping
But I'm sick of the nightmares.

How many is too many?
Not enough.

Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014

Hands

I woke to his hot hands
resting on my stomach,
Just above the scars on my hips.
He looked down at me,
His eyes tracing my scars,
Sadness deep in his eyes.
You were crying in your sleep,
he explained.
His big tee shirt was pushed up slightly,
and he gently tugged it down, covering my belly.
*I wanted to comfort you.

As if this would happen.
It might be nice not to wake up alone after all my **** nightmares.

Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014

Blithe

I cannot remember
the last time
Somebody
            Made
                    Me
                       laugh.

Blithe: showing a casual and cheerful indifference considered to be callous or improper.
"a blithe disregard for the rules of the road"
Blithe sounds like a sad word but it doesn't mean sad... It's a strange word.

Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014

Dreams

I used to be a dreamer,
With light in my eyes
And stars on my tights.
But now there's a watch
around my neck,
Ticking away.
Ticking away the time,
Forever reminding me,
That sadness always lurks,
No matter how grand the dream.

Inspired by my outfit?

Liz And Lilacs Dec 2014

I'm basically the grinch

I'd like to think
that tortured souls
find happiness in the end.
That maybe who ever is watching
Will understand that it's hard.

It's hard to be a good person
When the world treats you like ****.

But I've long since stopped
believing in miracles
When the world showed me
It's true colors.

But how do I explain to my family,
Why I don't have Christmas spirit
Or why my eye is swollen.
I don't want to ruin their Christmas.
Just keep quiet, like always.

I'm not a title person.