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Claire Billings Feb 2021
See my face
Coated in tears

Like how the rain paints the sidewalk

Only know that I tried
No matter how insignificant my attempts appear

An abomination to most
But my heart pure

I roll myself out to allow others to dry their shoes
A ***** old rug after time
with each boot leaving its imprint

Drop a match on my gasoline soaked skin to keep you warm
Watch the flames dance and my eyes turn gray,
but my smile untampered

Out of everyone, I thought you'd understand
But time after time
I realize I'm just letting myself down
My mother always says that people will always let you down and high expectations are the death of you, you think after some time I'd listen
Claire Billings Feb 2021
Dead flowers lay on the floor
stems cut to try and save the petals in failed attempt
One
      By one
           They all fall
Until there's nothing left at all


The Autumn chill indicating the end
For without death,
no one would miss the twirl of a sycamore seed
or the fresh face of daisies who have just bloomed

So as all the petals fall,
and I gently go with
Maybe I'll be missed after all
seasonal depression is a *****, not to mention she just joins clinical depression in a sucky duet
Claire Billings Feb 2021
Your eyes are as deep as an ocean
Pulling me in and leaving me drowning in your gaze

Your smile makes my cold, dead heart beat
Bringing back color to my sallow cheeks

A nervous laugh making me feel a thing I haven't felt in ages

A god in disguise, giving life to things that were once dead

Or maybe a necromancer

Because with every breath I take, you leave me in constant pain
Claire Billings Feb 2021
A simple glance causing colors to dance
upon my pale cheeks

Your smile and wit full of nonchalance
leaving me stumbling for an adequate response,

to fully express the way I feel

But alas I'm left tongue-tied because I'm head over heels
I barely know you yet you fill my head constantly
Claire Billings Feb 2021
I'd let you tear my heart out
step on it and toss it away
and light the remains on fire
if it means you'd be there to ignite me with a kiss
and use your touch to cut my heart out in the first place
Claire Billings Feb 2021
You hold your scepter and make cruel jokes

You're nothing but a jester in a poor man's crown

With every badly executed slight your bells jingle causing attention drawn to you

In attempt to bring others down, you just became a one-man show
Claire Billings Feb 2021
I hope every time you look at me,

you're reminded,

I'm god herself.

And I know you and all your friends still put offerings on my altar

In the form of prolonged stares and looks of hunger.

And even though you tell everyone you hate me

I'm always on the tip of your tongue.

I find it flattering, to be honest.
Yeah I'm conceited, I know
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