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Mya Jul 2018
He said that "W" word yesterday
I'm still not sure what that was about
After endless torture sessions
Void of commitment
Last night his heart had a change
"Wife" was on list of words
His brain suddenly drew from
He not only wanted me
To be his winter blanket
Or his ephemeral spring flower
But his goddess
Throughout all the seasons
He wants me!
...he wants me ..
And that means every piece
And he loves...
...everything
Everything about him is worth loving too.
Mya Jul 2018
There's no poetic way
To say everything is ****
Some grim realities
Can't be glued
To the wings of butterflies
Who are the only ones
Able to carry it away
  Jul 2018 Mya
Kelsey
I have loved you
Longer than I expected

Harder
Than I wanted

And more beautifully
Than I could imagine
Mya Jul 2018
You loved him so true
All he did was make do

Because where your love was a fountain
His was a mountain

Strong and tall, but unmoving
Never improving

In this kingdom you are the queen
Grace and beauty is all to be seen

Let this distance bring you solace
Use this time to remember you're flawless
If you're taking the time to read this then remember what you told us: "sometimes we're just bad at love". Be strong.
Mya Jul 2018
The goal was to be loaded
With my pockets now bloated
All my old friends have noted
To something new I'm devoted
And he's more dangerous than the heist
Mya Jul 2018
On this climb up from broke
I hope I don't slip and choke

There's no escaping this noose
I found the golden goose

I think the greed has changed me
Haven't recognized myself lately

See, I sacrificed love for money
But paper don't taste like honey

So I sit here numbing my mind
Forgetting all I left behind
Nothing can touch me now
I rule the world- so bow
Mya Jul 2018
Forever let my fingers trace your spine
Dot to dot- I'll draw every line
Your soft, sensitive skin
Smells - where have you been?

So many words flying
The rooms spinning and I'm crying
Your words slam to the floor
With your hand on the door

Oh god, he's leaving
My already widowed heart grieving
What can I say
to make him stay

"I know its not you- its me!"
What a desperate plee
Rooted in lies
Something more ugly, than all of our highs

"No, it's not you,
that's not the least bit true"
But with each of his sighs
I see in his eyes

It's the end
And for us, no longer will time bend.
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