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Cloudy Heart Jul 2017
we built homes in eachother's hearts
hanging our favorite pictures
building forts
playing our favorite games
these homes keep us safe
whenever we are hurt
we run back to our homes
talk about our days
comfort eachother
in our little homes
before eachother, we didn't have homes
always running, always scared
always angry, always tired
once we met
we started to build
we started to open up
we started to feel safe and comforted
I now know what it is like to have a home
as do you
and I know we will never leave
our little homes
-M.A.
Cloudy Heart Jul 2017
You are my cotton candy dream
you're so sweet and soft
so gentle and full of this taste
this taste that always has me craving more
more of your cotton candy tongue that explores my body
leaves me breathless in an abundance of ways
you leave little sugar crumbs on my lips
as I taste them and fall more in love with you
your sweet cotton candy scent
that makes me weak in the knees
your sweet cotton candy taste
that fills my heart with a joy so indescribably amazing
you're such a desirable cotton candy dream
-M.A.
Cloudy Heart May 2017
I feel your warmth when you're here
your arms caress me
and warm me like a blanket
your arms are home
when you are here
I feel cold when you're there
a void that cannot be filled
attention that cannot be grasped
my voice that cannot be heard
You're different when you're there
my silence has you wondering
but then you resume your day
as if everything is okay
I always wonder
can you hear me?
can you feel my cold skin aching for your warmth
I long to know if you are thinking of me
as I am thinking of you
I long to know
if you know I need you here.
-M.W.
  May 2017 Cloudy Heart
Creep
When will I be enough?
The mind is a septic tank.
Either, you let the filth sit there, stinking,
Or, you get yourself *****, cleaning.
Cloudy Heart May 2017
They pull on me constantly
attack my worst fears
feed on my pain
feed on my tears
They drive me insane
the way they put bad thoughts in my head
I feel myself going under
I feel myself dying in this bed
I cannot wake myself up
no matter how hard I try
I cannot shake these feelings
I am destroyed in the blink of an eye
I do not know what to do
and no one will help me
maybe I should just accept this as what it is
and let it be.
-M.W.
  May 2017 Cloudy Heart
Shiloh
Moments like these
it really hits home
I am loved
but completely alone.

I know I should feel lucky
I have a roof above me
but since the day you went away
just haven't felt enough to be happy.

It's interesting to think about
that I no longer have any doubt
if I wanted to be without
life or feeling or that pesky thing breathing

In this moment I would have peace.

It would take at least all night for someone else to go through any pain because of me.

I could be free.

But yet here I am.
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