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Lucas Grant Aug 22
Midnight conversations just don't seem to be enough
To be talking to someone but not so much so to call it love
Too scared to ask, too nervous to let it go
Not knowing how you feel creates the cracks between my nose
Gone was the sense to sniff out danger
So now I'm surprised when you go
But it's the way you talk so smoothly
Leaving me and my morals in your haze
Its just I don't know if Midnight conversations are enough to make me stay.
Lucas Grant Aug 21
Roma is where I met you,
You said you were a fighter born from the waters of Venice,
But I knew better hiding in that sweet ladies apartment on 11th Street,
Hiding from love.
        Then there's hiding from you
On our second date you told me you were an actor,
Glittering under the fatal light of Hollywood,
Your talent mistaken for imitation of your greatest tragedy,
That fatal kiss in the streets of Roma
Where you told me you were a singer known for unusual lyrics,
But i didn't mind listening to your symphonies
For they imitated sirens and so I should've seen it sooner
For on our final date you told me you were a builder known for building great relationships
And so that's why I sit writing in this sweet ladies apartment on 11th Street because it surprised me so much when you broke ours.
In Roma where I met you, where you said you were a fighter,
Yet your actions were treason because betrayal is normal in Roma,
The place I left you with all the right intentions and
                         All
                             The
                                   Wrong
                                              Reasons
It's interesting really when I say I enjoyed writing this poem when it felt a mixture of autobiographical while entirely not a true self confession of my life truths however I find it comforting and safe to turn my struggles into stories that lightly reflect how I've felt through personal experiences.
Lucas Grant Aug 21
A lack of self reflection caused a tumult of upset
A lack of self determination cause a wave of missed opportunities
And it was the lack of understanding that meant we weren't meant to be
Its hard really to self confess an ending which has not yet happened but when you know deep down it's propably meant to end
Not out of hate or a concern that became an all consuming factor over time, but
A lack self diagnosis that meant I struggled to spot the problem
An abundance of youth which meant we were meant to learn not love.
Lucas Grant Aug 20
Am I really the coward when I never even knew what I was fighting for ?
Lucas Grant Aug 20
Long live Hermes victim of one fatal lie
When i see myself in him they deemed him as a prize
Not something that he'd  won but someone he felt he deserved
But can a slave be a lover when he's only forced to serve

Pretty always the aim but presumed as the ultimate goal,
Or maybe you're only defined as naive
Hermes just and island too fragile for your seas
A boy made a man buy a misconception of love
His silence so deafening since you talk his ability to talk

His freedom and independence tarnished by insults
Discredited and owned by the future emperor of Rome
Truly he was the slave but I thought he would've been more

When two lives intertwined then you talk his and crushed it in the jaws of your power
They aim for the head but the brain the use is so lower
Dedicated to the poor guy in those about to die which freaked me out and I felt a connection between the character
Lucas Grant Aug 20
Hopeless City please remember me when I end up forgetting myself,
Hopeless City please guide me when I take a wrong turn in hope of finding something new,
Hopeless City please don't leave me like so many others have before you
Hopeless City, crowded buildings, empty streets but night life booming,
Master of fait, future keeper, love maker, love stalker all consuming
Hopeless City please remember when I end up forgetting myself,
Hopeless City please don't lose interest and turn your attention somewhere else,
Because I'm not much but I'm something,
Im swimming when your sinking,
Nights alone, *** drugs and drinking,
Hopeless City please we're both falling but at least we're not alone,
Hopeless City please don't forget me for your my only home
Lucas Grant Aug 20
95% ocean 5% land
How is it something so unlikely found its way to my hand
Fingertips aged by waiting
Mind in a trance
The gun that aimed to **** landed in my hands
To aim, to shoot, to ****, to cry
The trigger trembles desperately
The question lies waiting,
To **** or to die
To hand it in and be considered a fraud,
To another pair of hands who would just stand and take aim,
Or place it back in the water to find another pair of waiting fingertips,
The blood was spilt but not on my hands,
95% ocean 5% land
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