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he carved her name across his skin

and burried deep inside his heart

everytime her name slipped out of

a tongue

the wound stings

like a freshly slitted wrist.
Under the sky full of stars,
Luna witnessed our love,
Time stopped and we kissed.
your eyes remind me
of a crystal clear
sea with waves
crashing every second
you were my everything
til suddenly we became nothing
but strangers.
yet something inside me keeps saying,
that i should be waiting.
now here i am writing
still hoping,
silently fighting,
and constantly praying
that one day God may see my heart crying
and asking for one thing
Can this not be our ending?
this is my first time posting. i will try to improve everyday.
Narcissism isn’t a crime
But if it were
I would sentence you
To life
In a room
With no mirrors.
My soulmate died


Before we ever met


That's why I feel like this
I don't know you anymore
Your face is a whisper in my mind
I flinch when I see you, however why I'm unsure
I'm afraid if we talk then I'll seem unkind

I do not wish to know you longer
Your voice as a thousand bells ringing along
You're happy when I'm not, and you're far stronger
Whenever I'm lost, you seem to belong
He lays me down
For the first time
And kisses me gently.
His hand moves gingerly
Down my side.
He does his best to
Keep eye contact
while I'm naked under him.

I feel appreciated,
Respected,
Cared for.

I can tell I can open up to him
About what I'd really like
In this bed...

I want those tender lips
To part against my neck
And hips.
I want those gentle hands
Clasped tightly around my wrists.
I want his anxious eyes
To explore his lust with me.

And then I want him
To give in
To take me

Pull me
Grab me
Bite me
Scratch me
Pin me
**** me

I'll tell him its okay to pull my hair
And show him the best way to do it.
I'll tell him its even better with bruises
Tied down, blind-folded.
I'll be dripping with sweat
While you drip wax. And
I'll be soaking wet.

But we've only been dating for a month. Guess I'll keep secrets
Until they won't scare him off.
Just know...
He’s had lives & loves before you
Remember that when the bricklayer or the mechanic
Asks for your hand
You’ll receive one flower
Instead of a dozen roses
Picked on his way home
Handwritten notes in your shoes
Instead of Hallmark greetings
Elaborate dinners cooked by him
Where he said he’d clean
Afterwards
But didn’t
Spur of the moment
Road trips
Instead of planned vacations
The opening of windows
For the springtime thunderstorms
Listening to the beat of his heart
While the rain drops
Drip
Drip
I
N
T
O
The drain
He’ll write you with jazz playing
Wine in his bottle
Records in his head
Absorbing you into his world
And if he dies before you
And you bury him
And you mourn over him
Lasting for years
Remember his flower
His notes written just for you
And if you see his ghost
Haunting you
Then the Poet
Has fallen forever for
...You...
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