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Monotone Mar 2018
It was a mistake.
One I seriously regret.
Everyone had warned me.
They told me to stay away.
I should have listened.
I kept coming back for more.
My soul was already faded by the time I realized my mistake.
Monotone Mar 2018
I remember the good times,
But I also remember the bad times.
I remember the butterflies I had when I went to see you,
But I also remember how much you pressured me.
I remember my excitement at seeing you,
But I also remember how stressful ot sometimes was.
I remember how caring you could be,
But I also remember how often you weren't.
I remember how much you needed me,
But I also remember how you didn't see that I needed you.
I remember our first kiss,
But I also remember our last.
Monotone Mar 2018
I'm not surprised.
I'm not surprised because you're not the only one whose done this crap.
I'm not surprised because this isn't the first time I've been let down.
I'm not surprised because its happened so much I've become immune.
I'm not surprised because I've grown to expect this from people like you.

I'm not surprised that your mad that I'm not surprised.
I'm not surprised that you decided to pull this crap too.
I'm not surprised that it's happened yet again.
I'm not surprised that I'm not surprised.
I'm not surprised.
  Mar 2018 Monotone
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
  Mar 2018 Monotone
Alvira Perdita
i share my body,
i share my mind,
i don't have privacy
from the person inside.

she's a demon,
a ***** to the core,
she forces bad thoughts
and a whole lot more.

it's a a constant struggle,
it's always a fight,
sometimes i wish she'd go
but mostly at night.

i don't want her inside,
i just want to be free,
i'm tired of her ruining everything,
i just want to be me.
i'm beginning to get scared of her.
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