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Escalus Nov 2012
You are taken, and I maybe have him soon..
Though there something that leaves me gobsmacked...
Leaving me to wonder what if's and hows...
Being of the future and the past...

Even while I sit in his arms,
I begin to ponder...
and not of me and him,
it is yet of me and you...

Each time I see you...
I try to keep my feelings back...
Knowing they probably irk you...
Though now things have began to slip out...

You leave me blood-red and giggly,
I still cannot fathom the feelings you give me...
And no need to remind me dear,
for yes I already know... I am a lovesick fool
Escalus Nov 2012
Your eyes,
Behind that green I see so much.
I can see your emotions,
I can see your past,
I can see your thoughts,
I can see everything I want.
Escalus Nov 2012
Its something about those eyes of yours,
that just pulls me in..

Its something about the smile of yours,
that makes me smile too.

It something about your voice,
that seems to comfort me.

It's something about your silliness,
that makes me laugh.

It's just everything about you overall,
You never cease to captivate me dear.
Escalus Oct 2012
They captivate you,
Your smile won't stay away when you talk to them, you just sit there like an idiot.
You can't help but laugh at their jokes.
You aren't afraid to be yourself around them.
You think about them constantly.
You do flips when they text you
They make everything make better...
You were thinking of someone when reading this, right?
Now's your chance, Take it... Tell them!
Don't wait till your chance is gone...
Escalus Oct 2012
I sat alone, and begin to analyze all that has happened,
I think of what has happened how you have hurt me so,
How I am always disheartened…
Each time I stood back up, you struck me with another blow.
I ask myself now “Why do I even care?!”

I sit alone and think of all the things caused by you
I ponder of how I can escape this prison
I think of the past; oh it is black and blue
I leap up for a new idea has risen…
It’s so simple, so amazingly simple. Just don’t care.

My future seems so care free, happy…
You cannot knock me down anymore, I’m not your puppet
I never noticed how bright it could possibly be..
I guess I just began to misinterpret…
Well, I’m done with you, I’ll move out soon. I don’t care about your opinion, I don’t care
Escalus Oct 2012
I glance around through my eyes, they won’t open; they’re afraid to see the damage.
I see everything through the little vision I have…
I see the blood; I hear the noises initiating pain, the tire marks from trying to avoid the collision, and the paramedics trying to keep me awake.
I can’t speak the pain in my chest won’t allow it, I can only watch it all blur as the tears fill my eyes.
I can’t feel most of my body, I can only feel the pain coursing through my veins, I see the chaos.
I look over to the person in the gurney next to me, I see the immense change I’ve caused them.
I close my eyes and hope to fade away from this entire scene.
This is the monstrous wreck.

I glance around everything surrounding me, I don’t want to see what is forming.
I open my eyes, and cover my eyes with my hands staring through the cracks
I see the bloodshed, I hear my cries, I analyze every mistake I’ve made the caused this, and the few people reaching out wanting to help me…
I can’t say what is needed; fear withholds me; I can only watch it as I fall to my knees again
I can’t feel my connecting to the world; I can only feeling the pain eating away at me, watch the mess I have become.
I look over to the mirror and look for the girl I used to be, I see the transformation I’ve with gone.
I shut my eyes each night and hope to dissolve away from what I have become.
This is the monstrous me.
Escalus Oct 2012
I say I’m fine, I say it with a straight face, even a laugh after words.
Though inside my mind, is chaos.
My heart and Brain are fighting; for once the opposites.
My heart screams no; I am to damaged.
Though my mind is being illogical, and says take a chance.
I say I’m fine but at times I just want someone to pull me in close and say. “I know you’re not, but I’m here for you”.
My heart is damaged and charred to ash from all the endured pain.
Sometimes when people ask me if I’m okay, or to smile.
I just want to break down in their arms.
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