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Loatus Nov 2018
Never better words

Than when you said you love me

something from above me

Whispered



“He doesn’t give a ****.”



Still I, went with it I felt

Comforted by your

Subtle admiration

Acceptance



The maze in my mind

Faced extrinsic interruption



Eruption, like a roofie

where relief is what I’m drugged with

Attraction

Contraction

Reaction

Distraction



Love made it seem like life’s wasn’t happening

But don’t be a fool, you might get trapped in



Love’s not a choice



It’s a chemical reaction.
Loatus Nov 2018
Unreal

Sitting here feeling bad for myself
Feels like I want to take my health
Rejected pushed back on the shelf
How can I ask someone for help
If I can’t even help myself?

Feeling like everyone will notice
Because no one really knows this
But the pain is getting focused
Guess It’s payback time I’ve owed this

It’s a token from when life
Was so simple and seemed right
Only up until the light showed me
The ******* knife-- in my hand

Is this real?

reality’s getting cloudy
Don’t want nobody around me
Don’t touch me you’ll end up drowning
This abyss of a *****
Let me go you won’t miss it
Don’t hold my hand, not a kiss

What did you say, you’re tired of this?

Me too.
Loatus Nov 2018
Just a phase

Phases you

Said it was a phase

Just a phase, haha

I wished you could rephase

The way you called it

Meant It wasn’t a place

So inside of you

For me there was no space

Time, hours, days

Please ignore me, I’m already dead

you won’t mourn me

A phase is but a passing of shadow

Something there now that will be gone by tomorrow

**** man, you’re killing me

I, wish I took it more seriously when

You told me this was just a “phase”

Written in the chapter of your book

I was the first line of each hook

Spinning the phrase, “And in this phase…”

Like an actor on the screen

Sometimes I was happy

Sometimes mean, but I could never intervinene

In the...phase.

I was someone that you could lean on

Urging you to dream on

Peddling the wheels of this

Phase

Falling deep into the haze

Of an anecdotal leisie

and called “love.”

What was just a phase.

— The End —