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  Mar 2018 F
She Writes
Your words already undressed me,
Before your hands got the chance.
  Mar 2018 F
She Writes
I am a lonely book
On a dusty shelf
I am full of stories
Patiently waiting for a reader
To hang on every word
Read every line
Get lost between the pages
In my spine
  Mar 2018 F
She Writes
I never truely bought in to the concept of fate
Until you touched my lips and my heart
At the same time
  Mar 2018 F
She Writes
Burn me once;
Shame on you

Burn me twice;
Shame on me

Burn me three times;
I build an impenetrable fortress around my heart
A new take on an old saying.
  Mar 2018 F
She Writes
Anxiety;
Killing me slowly
Caged;
A prisoner to my mind wholly

Enslaved;
By the thoughts in my head
Wishing;
To finally wake up dead
  Mar 2018 F
She Writes
Although I want you,
I do not need you.
My life will go on,
With or without you.

I will look back on our memories
Without resentment.
Knowing you hurt me
Because you were hurting yourself.

Though our time was short lived,
Like sand in an hourglass.
You made an impression
That will last a lifetime.

Goodbye.
  Mar 2018 F
She Writes
Why do we search
For comfort and healing
In the hands of those
That broke us in the first place?
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