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One week ago
At this exact time,
We were saying hello.

If only we had known
that five hours later,
I'd be sobbing, abandoned by the side of a road,
And you'd be desperately hunting for her,
Oblivious to my despair.

If only we could have had a sudden vision, upon greeting,
Of the disaster that lay ahead,
Perhaps we could have kept control
And averted Armageddon.

If only, as you said hello
I could have looked into your eyes
And seen myself, a roadside wreck,
And you panicking, in pain,
I would have ordered a pint of water,
instead of a pitcher of beer,
Or I'd have made an excuse to go home.

We just couldn't resist
each other's pull.
What was it, that madness?
And now look, we've lost each other,
And you've lost him,
And I've lost her.
Good God, what was that reckless disregard of danger,
That arrogant belief
That we were invincible?

Your friendship
Is now lost to me forever,
If only we had known,
If only we had seen.
 Sep 2013 A Mareship
Megan Grace
I am
infatuated
with how
you are so
unapologetically
you.
 Sep 2013 A Mareship
JM
Craving
 Sep 2013 A Mareship
JM
Waking to you in the crook of my arm;
the smell of us lingers in the crime scene
of our room.

This must be the place

Wigs and corsets,
empty bottles and riding crops.
Sugar and sweat,
cologne and *******.

Good morning sugar

Eyes flutter and lips part
as juices flow and bloods boil.
This wet and wordless union
knows no boundaries.

*We are one, now
 Sep 2013 A Mareship
Lynda Kerby
No one told me
so i'm telling you
i expected grief to feel like sadness
but i wasnt told that
that it makes your whole body ache from morning until night
and even in your sleep
and that it makes your hands sting from numbness
making buttoning your jeans impossible
and that some days clumps of your hair fall out
but having a good hair day is the least of your worries
and morbid thoughts attack like being ***** slapped upside your head
hurting so bad you actually pass out in mid sen--
But it's nothing like the sadness i had expected to feel
i've known clinical depression since age 4
and that feeling of curling up in the fetal position
waving the white flag of surrender
trying to make yourself into the tiniest ball of nothing
But grief is a flammable substance
and you can feel it as it ignites the flame of your soul
it feels like being angry in a righteous way
like when jesus knocked over the flea market vendor's tables at the temple
like being so ******* at all of the scales that are inbalanced
and it is the fuel that makes you want to correct the injustices of the world
and become larger than you are
and shower love compassion and truth over evil
no one told me that grief feels like this
so i'm telling you
 Sep 2013 A Mareship
Emily
Dear Best Friend,
Not a day goes by that I don't think of you
Not a day goes by that I'm not affected by the loss of you
You were everything to me
My confidant
My best friend
My rock
My right hand
My soul mate
My lover
Not a day goes by where I don't think "what if"
Not a day goes by where all of the memories and times we shared cross my mind
Not a day goes by where I wish those times we could multiply
Not a day goes by that I don't think of the possibilities our love once possessed
Not a day goes by where I'm not somewhat filled with regret
What if I could have saved you
From your evil addiction
The addiction which took your life
Away from me
Away from everyone
You were supposed to live long
We were supposed to do so many things together
Now I am left in the dark
Wondering if I'll ever recover
Losing you is the hardest thing I'll ever have to deal with
Losing you is something I'll never understand
You'll always have a special place in my heart
And I know you'd want me to be happy
But sometimes I get so angry
I just want you with me
I miss you
His birthday is in 2 days.

© Peyton 2013
When the earth has breathed its last,
Remember the people who gained your trust
Then, sleep  with the ruins this monstrosity has created
Plunge yourself in deep desolation
Yes my dear friend, this is no longer an illusion.
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