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Morning Feb 2018
Every morning I wake with the half-risen sun shining through
my blinds
It glistens beautifully off the tears streaming from my eyes

Every morning I wake, I remember the olden days
Just a boy crying for his lost balloon
With such a big imagination, it could have sent you to the moon

Oh how I would give anything to turn back time

Every morning, I'm mourning

Baby brother, I miss you.




             It's
       because   I
   w a s       SELFISH
          A N D
     r a n     a w a y


                                   Yo u          could
                                   H A V E  B E E N
                                           SAVED


            IF         OnlY           I
                     Stayed
IN                                                  MY
   ­                  P L A C E

                                                              ­                                                                 ­             
                                                   ­                                               



              ­                                                                 ­                    I'm   sorry
  Jan 2018 Morning
Dazed Dreaming
Stop setting yourself on fire for people who will sit back and watch you burn.
Morning Jan 2018
My problem is that I don't follow my intuition, even though it always comes to fruition.
It took me some time to really you down. You had my head spinning, round and round.
Ignoring the clues and the giant red flags. I still blame myself for everything you did that was bad.
I trusted you with secrets, bit by bit. Was it all just too much for you? So, you had to split?
Why should I feel guilty for being ignored? I'm the only one wondering, should I have done more.
But that's the whole point of your fun and games. You emotionally strung me along like I was shackled in chains.  
How many times have I apologized, for you hurting me because you're emotionally desensitized?
for you
Morning Jan 2018
No
Is it even possible to truly be cared about? Having someone to understand your feelings instead of just throwing you out?

Is it possible to be loved for everything you are? Even when the worst of you is the worst they've seen by far?
Morning Jan 2018
I am like a roller coaster
A twisted creaky track
Taking you on my ups and downs
Never holding back
Looping through the disarray
Of an introverted maniac

You hit that final drop
Around the last bend
Then to a full force stop
Some will have fun with me
Others maybe not
But in the end,
They all well get off
And leave me without a thought

I am like a roller coaster
A twisted creaky track
Behold the out of service sign
Sorry, no more riders.
I'm now completely wracked
Morning Jan 2018
My body created music for you.
              
                                       Did you hear it?     I heard yours.

The sound of joy... The sound of laughter...
                    
                                         Did you hear the bliss in our banter?

It was a beautiful harmony, you and me together
                                                        
                                            
...But ... Now...                        
It's just dreary song no one hears forever repeating in my ears
Forever a reminder of what I have caused
And everything that I have lost.
:'(
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