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Michael Rucker May 2016
I spend endless nights,
huddled on the floor.
A knife in one palm,
and in the other,
that old license of yours.
Michael Rucker May 2016
For now I wait,
as you lie to your family,
and I leave my job.
The things we do for love,
profound to the furthest extent.
The things I do to show it,
exposing the marrow inside me,
reaching lengths I couldn't dream of before.
All at a chance to experience happiness.
All at a chance,
to be with someone,
I could easily see myself burying.
Not today,
or tomorrow,
but in the future.
I love you,
from the deepest depths of my being,
and would give anything,
to hear you laugh again.
Michael Rucker May 2016
She's going to leave and there isn't a thing I can do about it.
The way I plan to cope on this horrendous nightmare is the only way I possibly can. We all know what that means, and get sad to see it happen. But sometimes the pain can't be handled any longer and there is something that sends us to the end. Well, for me, this is it. This is what will do it for me, and to see her leave is something I can't live with...
Michael Rucker May 2016
I write to express my grief.
The countless hours of intermission,
stuck in this purgatory-like place.
Looking for a way out,
of the self-diminishing,
spiteful,
neglect I push toward myself.
When I look in the mirror,
I pray people see the disgusting being,
that I see when I look there.
When I'm in public,
I hope to god,
a car would hit me,
someone would hurt me more.
When I'm alone, I look for more reasons,
to add to the list of excuses to **** myself.
Michael Rucker May 2016
I ******* love her....
She isn't coming back,
Any time soon.
I don't know what to do without her...
I love her so much,
She was the first beautiful thing that I've ever been caught on...
And I ******* love her...
Michael Rucker May 2016
Time brought me to you,
The tide took me away,
In your heart,
I must stay.
For you have my own,
And I can't let go,
The storm surges,
I tremble at your ghost.

-M.R.
Michael Rucker May 2016
To those who walked away,

I gave it all,
my heart,
my soul,
to have you walk,
and abandon me.
The life I live,
in the utmost conviction,
to help others,
and never hurt them,
still you walk away,
still you leave,
still you care not anymore.
To that, I say "fine"
walk away, leave me alone to move on.
Like some ghost,
floating abroad.
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