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ac May 2014
It's an unhealthy obsession,
you're my addiction not yet my possession.

Inflicted with your smile and there's no hesitation. 
What I feel is what it is,
you may not understand but I want you to see where is it that I stand. 

I see you out of glimpses but you don't look back.
Aspiring to be your ideal still having no real appeal. 

Wanting to be noticed by your gaze
but I'm just another novice in a maze.

She's expert mode in this game.
you're wrapped around her finger
and I have no real aim.

Bullseye, when will I ever get there?
Because with her, 
I can never compare.

Quit this childish play
Help me move on to put to an end
This silly little game we played
ac Mar 2014
raised** to be poise
to become a doctor
to have a family
to wait until marriage
to attend church every sunday
to do everything by the rules
to live a life I don't want to live

I want to be free

I want to travel the world
to seek answers to questions I don't even have yet
to donate my time, helping those who can't help themselves
to find love in mysterious ways
to finish a hundred books
to do something reckless
to have no responsibilities
to go backpacking
to learn new languages
to write a book
to go sky diving
to do a million more things
to live my own life
ac Jan 2014
Today,
I miss you.
I miss our late night talks and our afternoon walks.
I miss your perfect green eyes and your stupid lies.

I miss your warmth.
When you'd hold me tight on a wintery night.
When you'd put my hands in yours,
and looked into my eyes.

When laying down in silence was enough for us.
When I, and only I was enough.

Even when it doesn't look like it,
know I miss you.

I miss you today and I'll miss you tomorrow.
ac Jan 2014
There used to be a sparkle in your eyes
every time we talked.
You used to look at the ground and smile
because you didn't want me too see you blush.
You used to praise me to your friends,
brag and show me off to the world.

What happened to that guy?

You used to say I was perfect.
That you loved everything about me,
without saying "I love you."

That was good, because sometimes I get scared.
Scared I get too attached, that things move fast.
But it was my fault.
I gave in and it changed you.

I gave you what you wanted,
and no longer was I perfect.
You got what you wanted
and you just left.

You made me fall for you.
Your words, your actions
everything was carefully orchestrated.

And now that you're back I can't deny you.
You hurt me but I'm still standing.

My friends think I'm insane
but I can't help myself.

I gave in again.
Even after you said it was a test.

But I'm still here,
trying to stand up once again.

— The End —