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Venus 1d
i still feel all of my hate.
twisting in my stomach,
gnawing away at my thighs,
hollowing the spaces
where softness used to live.

one more hit—
and the hunger goes quiet.
yes one more hit—
and the pain subsides,
just long enough
for all of my hate
to finally consume
the last tender parts of me.
Venus 4d
how cruel it is
to be trapped in a mind
who’s only intention
is self destruction.
Venus Jun 18
i don’t like coffee.
too bitter.
too bold.
the kind of thing that leaves its taste behind,
long after it’s gone.

but you—
you didn’t ask me to like it.
you were always patient,
while i slowly sipped it.
and somehow, it started to taste sweet on my tongue,
like something i could get used to.

now i find myself craving the quiet it brings,
the way it lingers— always soft and steady
i still don’t like coffee.
but i’ve grown to love the way it tastes with you.
i’ve started to wonder;
was it the coffee i didn’t like?
or where i chose to sip my cup.?
Venus Jun 16
it’s just another “store run”
i’m sitting in my car.
wondering how so much can change
yet i still feel the same
                                        i’ve dreamt of this day..
                                                 still, i sit in my car.
                         waiting for another silly sunday
                               to feel like more than a wave
                              of disappointment and dread

— The End —