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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
Lonely Book
 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
Fate
 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
Anxiety
 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
Goodbye
 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
Comfort
 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?
 Mar 2018 F
She Writes
How do I break the cycle
I cannot control my thoughts
I replay scenarios
like an unchained melody on loop
Future fears
Past mistakes
Haunt me like an empty house

I am not enough
(You are enough)

A power struggle
Between my inner demons
Right and wrong
Pain and happiness
A record skips
Replaying the same line
Over and over
My anxious mind is a prison
To which I’ve been given a life sentence
 Mar 2018 F
She Writes
Deception
 Mar 2018 F
She Writes
I can’t undo what has been done.
Cannot unsing a song that’s been sung.
The guilt I feel over this deception,
Clouded by lust from my exception.

I never thought I’d be the one insincere,
Until we met and you drew me near.
Though it was wrong, it felt so right.
I tried to say no, but I lost the fight.

How do I crawl back into my old bed,
When there is so much left unsaid?
I will forever carry the weight of this secret,
and force myself to keep it.
 Mar 2018 F
She Writes
Excuse me as I stumble
Through my scattered thoughts
I am not very good at expressing love
My brain is cluttered
My sentences never form as I want
Let me show you with my lips instead
All the words on the tip of my tongue
Let me show you with my hands
All the love I have to give
My body can paint the picture for you
That my scattered brain cannot put into words
 Mar 2018 F
She Writes
Whiskey Lips
 Mar 2018 F
She Writes
She longs for nights filled with sparks
lust and pleasure
Whiskey lips and naked kisses
Bodies close together
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