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At the rate we're going

I'll never have a happy ending

Never have anything I wanted

Because you always leave

This isn't a "maybe" but a "when"

I'm stupid for always coming back

For always holding on

But for nine years

I have tried to stop loving you

I have tried loving others

And none of it ever works

At eleven I believed you were
And always would be my soulmate

Now I'm scared that we are
And you'll never accept it

The question with us is
Who's being more stubborn

Am I, for loving you endlessly?
Or are you, for always breaking the heart of the person who would dedicate their life to you?

I'm scared of what the end
Will be

Because I always had a plan

I always had a picture
And you were always in it

I just worry that if you're there in the end

It'll be because I'm still chasing you

Chasing a love that can never be returned.
 May 2017 Oskar Erikson
frankie
i'm so sorry i care about you more than i care about myself

i'm so sorry i would take a bullet for you without thinking twice

i'm so sorry i ask if you're okay all the time because i have trouble believing anyone is and know what it's like to lie about being okay when you're not just to get by

i'm so sorry i want everything to be well for you and happy

i'm so sorry.

i'm so sorry i care about you more than i care about myself.
i'm sorry i love you.
 May 2017 Oskar Erikson
SG Holter
...and still, not owning
Hands enough to cover the
Places that hurt,
She finds the energy to

Lift my spirits with a smile
Of the kind that melts polar
Ice caps and creates galaxies
Without a sound.
 May 2017 Oskar Erikson
Brianna
She tasted like cigarettes and whiskey... she wore red lipstick and a tight black dress.
I didn't feel a thing for her except envy when we first met.
She told me with a smile I couldn't handle my liquor and I laughed in her face and swallowed that Whiskey straight down.
She grabbed my hand and we were gone.

The next night she tasted like Vanilla and Chai.. she wore black ripped jeans and purple lipstick.
I didn't feel a thing for her except humor.
I told her with a smile she couldn't handle her liquor and she laughed and swallowed that Scotch straight down.
I grabbed her hand and ran .

One more night and she tasted like bubble gum and spice... she wore a black sundress and combat boots.
I felt like maybe I was falling in love with this girl.
She told me with a smile that we should get some drinks since we both can't handle out liquor.
I laughed and grabbed her hand and we walked off to the bar.
dr _ unk a//gain
ihavenoshame
,...sip you in,...
my love
my friend
Draw. A. Line.
~use ~a ~pen
& here we are
》》back agaIN
i know [the score]
^how  ^you ^^seep.in
you miss me now
right-up-until
you're 《《back with her
ssssslide right in
& i'll stand| by |
#encouraging
 Apr 2017 Oskar Erikson
TG
It is your laugh,
that **** cosmic spell
that bounds me so
passionately.

It is your gaze,
that **** enchantment
that keeps me in orbit
perpetually.
#write #understanding #life #poetrytruth #relief #someone #seeks
 Apr 2017 Oskar Erikson
TG
beneath her lipstick
a cluster of stars gather
and explodes on him
?
what if
we just love
instead
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