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Labyrinth Mar 2014
You see, I want that, I want that, ‘my friends think I’m crazy’ kind of love.
That ‘reckless’ kind of love.
That ‘wake up early make you breakfast’ kind of love.
That, ‘crack open my life and say look, you gotta see this’ kind of love.
Forget the shallow stuff, I want the deepest kind of love.
That ‘I want to stay up late and tell you all my secrets’ kind of love.
That every time I see you walk on pieces kind of love.
I want that ‘stand next to me’ kind of love.
That ‘it’s by destiny’ kind of love.
That ‘no matter what happens to me, you’ll always get the best of me’ kind of love.
That ‘you get my heart and my mind, this world gets the rest of me’ kind of love.
That ‘invest in me’ kind of love, because ‘you already know that I’m invested in you’ kind of love.
That ‘you come home upset, and you don’t have to say nothing, I already know what to do’ kind of love.

I want,
love.
Title: To The Girl Who Works at Starbucks Down The Street From My House
Credits to: Rudy Francisco
28.03.2014

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Labyrinth Mar 2014
As soon as the mask for her eyes is gathered up,
She huddles under the thick blankets,
Gathering all the warmth she can.

She loves this weather,
The weather for hot tea drinking,
For immerse book reading.

The weather for hiding in her comfy bed,
The weather is an excuse to disappear from the world,
The weather is where she can be herself.
Winter
28.03.2014
Labyrinth Mar 2014
...
Remember,
Those beautiful eyes aren't looking at you,
**They're looking at her.
12 words describing my broken heart.

If you're leading me on, please stop dear.
Please stop dear, so I can forget you.
So I can forget you, knowing that you didn't love me.
Knowing that you didn't love me, but you loved her.
But you loved her, so much it hurt me.

25.03.2014
Labyrinth Mar 2014
...
Let these horrible thoughts sing me to sleep.
Let these horrible thoughts drown me in it's depths.
Let these horrible thoughts **** me with a gun.
Emotionally Unstable
25.03.2014
Labyrinth Mar 2014
Do you know how much it hurts?
Do you know the feeling of falling in love?
Do you know the feeling of waiting?
Do you know how limited time you have with him is?
Do you know the feeling of being separated from him?
Do you know how it feels when he's stepping onto a train to go far away?
Do you know it feels when he doesn't even glance back at you for a goodbye?
Do you know how it feels when he doesn't even love you anymore?
*Do you know how much it hurts?
My Norman No More
24.03.2014
  Mar 2014 Labyrinth
i
there tears fall,
on this blank piece of paper.

these tears that i swallow,
are soundless and muffled.

these tears are only mine,
nobody knows the reason.

nobody can save these tears
or make them disappear.

these tears still fall
every day on this blank piece of paper.


these tears are now shattered
on a piece of paper that is no longer blank.

these tears are now printed forever
on this written, scribbled paper.

these tears are for you only,
perhaps you don't deserve them,
but i need my closure.

and that closure are the tears
and this piece of paper where my heart is written.

my love for you,
the tears that you don't deserve,
the words that only my soul understands,
the heart that is no longer yours,
the love that you do not deserve anymore.

*people turn out something they should never be.
Labyrinth Mar 2014
Cut
How sad it is that I love someone else,
Whilst you are standing there with your heart cut into pieces,
And I, knowing that he doesn't love me at all.
I'm sorry that I'm obssessed over an *******
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