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Luna Casablanca Mar 2015
If there is a her
And if there is no other way.
Just leave it like that.
I can always act
Like I don't care anymore.
Wearing off like a raccoon claw
On my skin.
I wore my heart on my sleeve
Countless times for you to know.
Time went from
You being eager to then distant.
I know I was wrong.
So I'm gone.
I hope you're happy
Even if there is another her.
It's fine.
Luna Casablanca Mar 2015
Discipline is not around.
Peace cannot be found.
Skyscrapers collapse as street-goers
act as if they couldn't care less.
Glass and cement all around the ground,
this place is a mess.
To have the guts to keep it together and clean.
How we're now on our own but were once
a team.
Rules change and people won't play.
Tied to a chair and tortured and whipped for wanting to say.
This is all a mess
how do you not see?
Admonish us all
never thought this is what it would be.
Can you ever admire those who are good?
This turned into a mess.
Breaks my heart
how it ever could.
Luna Casablanca Mar 2015
I walk out of my glass house onto a pebble driveway.
My jeep sits there parked on the left.
I'm not going to drive it now.
It's late,
and my anger has the best of me.
Tying my physical actions to my mad-at-the-world mentality.
It was a moment,
it will be passed but remembered.
Should I be the responsible once of another wrong?
Throwing a stone at another house like mine won't solve anything.
I would rather let go of one wrong since two won't make a right.
I put down the stone,
go back to my glass house, let it not be shattered.
That is where my home is.
My heart may not be there too,
it was only a moment.
I'll retrieve my heart again.
Luna Casablanca Feb 2015
I laid down in the sand, and only to see.
I heard my name and there you called for me.
The people I knew were all there.
You asked me to throw the ball with you and you offered me
a beach chair.
I laid back down as people smiled and weren't bothered by me.
You were so excited that I arrived, not at all worried.
I closed my eyes, but I woke up the sun had such a strong beam.
Everyone talked amongst themselves, you played with kids I never met,
it was only a dream.
I got up from my towel and watched you play ball.
I asked to join, you said no. I felt my self esteem fall.
I stood alone never knowing that loneliness was a better place.
Vacation was time to relax, but this seemed like time to waste.
Not introduced, not allowed to be near.
I'd join the adult conversations, but I am not one
whom they want to hear.
This is promoting my noticeable insecurity.
So tempted but can't bear to say, you really hurt me.
Not a chance to play ball, only to let you succeed.
I gave you a successful situation, if that is what you need.
Since I still feel I am your friend I respect your wish.
Granted as I go in the ocean alone, I'm a lonely fish.
The dream I had of being included was imaginable and self made.
Hard to tell if I grew up since I didn't follow you, instead,
I stayed.
I did my part, you had your fun, playing football with them in the beach fog.
Spoke to me wide eyed and commanding as if I were a dog.
Your brilliance is there, I heard it all before.
Your lessons are meaningful, but nothing I choose to care for.
I felt and saw the real you and how you changed and how it is going to be.
I'll never forget our friendship,
so maybe one day, again, you will dream
of me.
Luna Casablanca Feb 2015
Oh why, oh why
can't it still be right?
I work on finding the path all day
forget the night.
When I find it, I'll walk and leave footprints in order
to see.
I couldn't let it all go even though
it wasn't right for me.
It's over!
It's done!
My heart is a mess.
Both happy and broken,
this walk is a test.
The fork in the road that's coming near
will side either say come back or stay
clear.
I'm either long forgotten,
or just someone once known.
For now, I'll let it go,
but I'll have to do my part on my own.
I'm going to leave the path and walk back home.
It is dark and the moonlight has grown.
I'll need the night to prove it's right.
For now, just accept, don't make the time
a fight.
Luna Casablanca Feb 2015
He is on my mind.
Still and I'm practically ******.
I think of him and just can't
bear the thought of falling in love.
Though I cannot bear the thought of
a falling out, he will be on my mind
until I see him in front of me
eye to eye.
Maybe reality will take me away from
imagination.
Because naturally,
it isn't happening at all,
and it never will.
Luna Casablanca Feb 2015
I now see that this is the way.
I'm gone,
and everyone is happy
again.
Is it really my absence that let's people live their lives the way
they want?
Yes they are allowed to have a good life.
I never thought that I could be such a burden
that letting me go
was such a breath given.
I want you to breathe, but I want you back.
I don't know what to do with myself.
Fine, I'll let it go.
I never wanted to make things miserable for you.
Will it be ok
when you find your comfortable group
and I'm the one who ends up
alone?
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