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I want to go home
where is it?
Where is home?
Is it here
or is it there?
I don't think it's anywhere.

State to state
I want to escape
I want to leave
but where do I go?
I want to leave
I want to leave
I want
to
leave

But where do I go?
I wish I would have known,
I wish you never took me home,
I wish you didn't see my poems.
Oh, for if I had known.

We were never official,
I should have called your bluff,
Oh god, I was so blinded by love,
Though all you saw was lust.

Maybe I was crazy,
For thinking we could have been,
All I wanted was anything more than friends.
"Labels are stupid"
You sure don't think that with her.
"I love you"
But, oh aren't those just words?

You said I was "Easy"
Whatever do you mean?
I trusted you with a part of me,
A part of me nobody else should see.

Though, you may have lied,
I am not as stupid as I seem.
As much as I wish I didn't,
I now know all of you,
And no amount of,
sticks or stones,
or broken bones,
Could hurt any more,
Than the betrayal you have condoned.
Empty halls, a vacant stare,
Lost in shadows, filled with despair.
Teenage years, a twisted game,
Chasing highs, ignoring the blame.

Whispers echo, a haunting sound,
As friendships crumble, and futures drown.
Bottles clink, and pills descend,
A downward spiral, without end.

The classroom fades, a distant shore,
As addiction's grip tightens more.
Rules are broken, trust betrayed,
A life unraveling, slowly decayed.

Expulsion looms, a heavy blow,
Shattered dreams, where do they go?
A path uncertain, filled with dread,
A future stolen, a life misled.

The taste of freedom, now turns sour,
Lost potential, losing power.
Regret lingers, a bitter sting,
A wasted youth, on broken wing.
The space between us used to hum,
A symphony of whispered fun,
Now silence sits, a heavy guest,
Where laughter flowed, and joy was blessed.

We built a world, a vibrant hue,
Shared dreams that felt forever true,
Now tinted gray, the colors fade,
A memory of promises made.

Remember nights beneath the stars,
Secrets shared, behind life's bars,
Each other's anchor, strong and deep,
Secrets that now we softly keep.

A simple glance could say it all,
Before the rise, before the fall,
Now eyes avoid, a painful game,
Where neither whispers out the name,

Of what we lost, or let erode,
A bond we carried on the road,
The road of life, with twists and turns,
Where fire flickered, slowly burns.

No angry words, no shouting cries,
Just quiet tears behind our eyes,
A gentle drift, a silent pull,
Leaving hearts heavy, spirits dull.

We walk on eggshells, light and slow,
Afraid to ask, afraid to know,
The reason why, the where and when,
Our story fractured, not again.

But here we stand, on opposite sides,
Where comfort once securely hides,
A hollow echo, faint and weak,
Words left unspoken, we can't speak.

The distance grows with every day,
As feelings silently decay,
A chasm forms, a widening tear,
Leaving only emptiness to fear.

Perhaps someday, the ice will thaw,
And understanding we will draw,
But until then, we both must bear,
This weight of silence, in the air.

Two souls adrift, no longer near,
Haunted by what once was clear,
The unspoken truth, a constant sting,
The end of everything.
Two Wounds That Haunt My Heart

In a hallowed halls of memories, two pains reside,
The thought of you and what you did inside.
A delicate balance, a fragile line,
Between love's deceit and heart's confine.

One wound, a ghostly whisper of what used to be,
Your presence now is a bittersweet memory.
Your words, a melody that once echoed sweet,
Now a haunting refrain that my soul does beat.

But another cut, a deeper **** within,
Is the knowledge of the hurt you brought to kin.
How could you tell such lies with a gentle tone?
And smile, while breaking hearts, all alone?

You saw my pain, and chose to ignore,
To hide behind a mask of love's dark core.
Yet still, you spoke those three words so dear,
"I love you," but did they bring me cheer?

Or were they empty vows, a clever guise,
Meant for ears that didn't question or realize?
For when you shared them with others in delight,
Did they hold any truth, or was it just a night?

We should have seen, we should have known,
Better than to trust a love that's turned to stone.
But now, I'm left to pick up the shattered pieces,
And wonder why, oh why, did we not notice all the creases.
"Easy" was the word you used to describe me to your friends. If you hadn't been so filled with Lust could you imagine what we could have been?

— The End —