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Owen Apr 2021
It is winter in my head.
Even as the warm summer breeze
touches my face.
It is winter in my soul.
My body enduring
the constant ache
of a frostbitten heart
and numbness is sought.
All bread,
all fruit is ash
in my mouth.
I long to feel empty
and this pain lifted.
I yearn to be buried,
cinders sifted,
fallen leaves
to be my shroud.
I dont always daydream, but when I do.....
Owen Apr 2021
I knew it
when the hugs felt different,
when the kisses got shorter,
nearly one sided,
when I felt the urge to ask
if everything was still the same,
and I could hear the lie in
every promise you'd make,
the affirmations were fake,
just two-faced,
our love was a noose you tied
for me.
Nowadays I cant  believe I let her get to me like that. I cant believe I cared that much about someone who didnt give a ****.
Owen Apr 2021
These days, I think
all I want,
all I am looking for is
someone who will sit with me
and listen to the songs
that perfectly voice
my every heartache,
struggle, failure, worry, and sorrow.
Read into the soundtrack
of my darkest moments;
look in my eyes,
see what's there,
and tell me
everything will be alright.
She's the only one who wanted to know.
Owen Apr 2021
What do you do
when everything feels wrong,
when you can find no reason
to go on?
Everything is perspective and perception. A worthy reason to one is not that to some.
Owen Apr 2021
Everything stopped.
Suddenly, all I had
was the air in my lungs,
the tears on my face,
and the little bit of space
occupied by my corpse.
Owen Apr 2021
And I had always believed
that deep, nonsuperficial love
would never be
a two way street for me.
That no one would look
below my flesh or,
what I can provide, to
care for who I am
on the inside
like I always try
to do.
So now its
oh so hard to
feel wanted for more
than face value.
For would I
have caught your eye
if I didnt appear
how I do?
Owen Apr 2021
If you took a look
behind the smiles,
the smirks,
the laughter,
and blue eyes;
under the scars,
bruises,
calluses,
burns,
and ink,
I think
you'd look away.
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