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Ryan Nyberg Apr 2016
i got myself in such a mess
he likes it like i like it
im impressed.
he does it how i want it
all right moves
the pose the hips the touch
my clothes come loose.
he bites but doesnt bark
his kisses leave skin burning
i take him like a drug
each morning.
Ryan Nyberg Apr 2016
my loneliness will pass
and i'll feel fine.
old aches become part of the past
as i drown in red wine.

the more the level
and the higher tides
i enjoy more the dangerous
and reckless rides
with you.

i spilled you on my shirt
you came through, you are on my skin
and then to my heart you crept in;
i felt it burn.
i didnt brush you off, or wipe, or clean.
you left a scar, and it'll remain within.
my loneliness will pass
and ill feel fine
but i wont touch the scar you left,
it's mine.
Ryan Nyberg Apr 2016
A broken man rented a van
And drove it far away
In hopes to escape from his past
Forget the happy days.

A broken man drove all night long
With no stops for a rest
Hunger was strong but pain was worse
Now he was on a quest.

A broken woman in meanwhile
Wept herself to sleep.
Her eyes were swollen, wet and red
Her man she couldn't keep.

A broken woman in her bed
Not letting sunlight through
Thought it'd be better if her man
Was right there with her too.

But broken man with rented van
Was nowhere to be seen
He stopped he wept he never slept
He just replayed the scene

When broken woman tore all ties
Convicted innocent of crimes
Abused her right of being loved
Her heart turn hard, once being soft.

A broken man rented a van
And drive it off a cliff
A broken woman never guessed
She caused such a mischief.

two broken hearts, in broken parts
are beating out of synch
two ships that used to sail far
inevitably sink.
Ryan Nyberg Apr 2016
i wasnt very kind to you
i know
i pushed you into freshly fallen snow.
i laughed and i was cruel to your heart
i stomped on it, i crashed all hopes you had.

i never understood what i was doing;
i never stopped to think if i were wrong.
the wind led me with the force of a bullet
it made me so insensitive so long.

i wasnt very kind to you
i know
i wasnt fair, i didnt care
to show;
that deep down i was burning with desire
to kiss your lips, your fingertips
are fire.

i wanted to be with you every second.
when im awake, asleep, alive, or buried under
in my peaceful beginning you're a thunder
and i loved you so eagerly i reckoned.

im sorry i was ******* you, im sorry
i thought i was the author of the best
the most romantic, to die for love story
im dead inside : i watch you're laid to rest....
Ryan Nyberg Apr 2016
under my breath i muttered that i loved you
under your halo i saw fires, flame
looked like an angel, acted like the devil
you fooled me twice, id let you fool again.
Ryan Nyberg Apr 2016
i am strange and i know you are too;
why else'd i rearrange dreams for you?
you are odd to the core, to your bones;
and it hurts twofold when you throw stones.
your weird spirit is filling the air;
and my demons are reaching their arms
to the light you emit, to the flair
we'd be happy, if there could be "us".
but you're a ****.
Ryan Nyberg Apr 2016
you're tearing me apart
you're my death sentence.
you're blood that wont stop
but get more intense and

i throw myself at every stranger passing
and ask to give me hope,
but it's collapsing.
i beg to see you,
and beg to forget you.
i gave you all i had to offer
and more than that too;
i got myself in debt
now i pay back.
i wake up, 3 am and sweat is dripping
my heart is racing at the speed of sound, it
feels like it's going to jump right out of my chest.
vertigo, sickness, desperation...
blessed.  
i tell the others i am blessed to know love
to feel the way i feel
and fall so low i've;
...
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