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Allainst Feb 2014
I always forget how it feels to completely let someone in, let your guard down and allow yourself to be vulnerable.
to share your most personal strange opinions and experiences with another person
giving bits and pieces of yourself away until over time they can feel your whole being.
to show them even the ugliest qualities of yourself, the raw rough sloppy traits that are not prominently displayed.
to actually love.
and then it's gone in a moment, i feel like the reason it hurts so bad is because you showed them everything about who you are and they didn't want it.
they don't seem to understand what you've given them.
maybe they weren't as invested in this thing you thought you were creating together. but it's done.
I sleep alone and put all of my effort into not communicating with you.
but i still can't completely get away-dreams, mutual friends, objects, pictures, each one delivered with a swooping feeling in your stomach and new tears.
I know it always gets better, i've done this too many times to myself to not know that
but with every time it's always 'well it felt different' i always think we're on the same page and ignore the signs that point out otherwise.
i hate missing you. i don't get how you don't feel the same. i hate thinking about you knowing that your mind is elsewhere.
i hate that i still have dreams about you and i ******* hate feeling this sad.
i don't want to be friends. i don't want to be in the same place as you fully aware that i cannot touch you, or slide my hand up your leg under tables with exchanged looks, or sneak off in the middle of parties because we prefer our exclusive company and entangled limbs then anything else in that moment.
i wanted it all and you didn't
...and it *****.
Allainst Jan 2014
I felt you the minute I met you
I felt your skin for the first time and my world slowed down
I felt it over again until everything was hazy with dew and morning light
I felt your eyes on me, watching my every move
I felt the words that you said-and allowed you in
I felt your hair in my hands and your mattress with no sheets
I felt you breathe in early hours clumsily finding me through twisted blankets
I felt you say those vile words and let down my guard completely
I felt me lose control

and then
I felt the uneasiness in your movements
I felt the vagueness in your every word
I felt me losing you
I felt me losing it
I felt myself say words I never meant
I felt like making you feel
I felt your shame that night, the uneven stare and lack of ambition
I felt my wet cheeks and shaking hands
I felt every nerve in my body become exposed
I felt our talk about 'us' weeks later-how we are going to end up together, "theres just so much love"
I felt empty words
I felt you pull off my clothes and **** me on the couch
I felt you leave


i don't want to feel you anymore.
Allainst Oct 2013
One.
His mouth was open far too much. and his eyebrows bugged me a lot, but he let me pluck them sometimes. his mouth was the first mouth I've kissed. I'll never forget how happy I was when I knew I had him. "swimming at the pool" when all we would do was stay in the showers and make out. everything was new and exciting, but I ruined it and I never thought I could cry as much as I did that night in my bathroom. we still talk but we're different now and the only thing we have in common is glycerine by bush. but we were so young and so in love.

Two.
he was the one my mom hated. he wore stupid necklaces and was from a broken family. but he had big eyes and black hair and made me feel like I was the best thing in the world. he was also the first one who cheated on me and let me know exactly how it felt to be betrayed. I won't ever forget that feeling.

Three.
he was younger then me and I knew better but there was something in his cocky confidence that drew me in. I took his virginity and then fell for him, but he had other girls and no time for me so it fell apart.

Four.
my first college boyfriend. I don't feel like I ever truly loved him but it was convenient. He had shaggy hair and cool friends and would take care of me when I got to drunk. But he was also the first and only boy who physically hurt me. I lost every ******* feeling I thought I had that night.

Five.
Tall and gangly. You called me cute names like creature and babelet and shrimpling. I feel like I miss those pet names more than anything else. I never fought with anyone the way I fought with you. Passion was definitely not lacking in our relationship. But you were mean just like the rest and destroyed my trust in you over and over again with your 'oh we're just friends' answer. when we both know it was more than that. now you're dating one of those just friends and have recently proven to me how awful you are, you can't be faithful to anyone. though I do miss the cuddle sessions. you were great at cuddling.

Six.
it was a ****** up situation from the start. but man I was ******* crazy about you. i lost myself trying to make you happy and as it turns out it wasn't worth it, it never is. you cheated on me with her and with that I lost all of my confidence and happiness for a few months. it's starting to get better but my mind wanders and comes back to you sometimes. I thought you were the nicest one, that we were on the same page, but we weren't. you lied just like the rest of them and then told me I didn't deserve it, which made it worse. *******, I hope you and her's house burns down. Because you guys moved in together right around the time that we were supposed to. I've never felt so insignificant as the day I found that out.

There will be more, I know this. It is because I love falling in love. But it's the times in between that matter the most. To "find yourself" or embarrass yourself or sleep for days on end because you have no reason to wake up and face another ******* day. I may be cynical now but at least I'm learning.
They all lie and I'm no better at it than they are.
Allainst Oct 2013
late night cigarettes
the scent of stale beer and *** and sweat
hair mangled and *****
limbs entwined
'I think i like - no love you'
they love you long enough to ***

so i lean down-light another cigarette
lightly rub my swollen lips
and ask them quietly to leave
-before the same words escape their throat

it's better that way.

— The End —