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Amanda Francis Jul 2016
I was supposed to wait.
To finish my love poem when my heart burst, and clouds of sweethearts rained down from the skies.

You never gave me chance.
I'll instead wait in vain, like a wrinkling, deflated balloon that a careless child had left behind.
Poetry is no longer writing poems, more, letting words escape before I tear myself apart.
i like to watch the badgers strolling through the night

such a lovely creature with stripes of black and white

underneath the moon looking for a treat

something nice and tasty that he loves to eat.



roaming through the fields the hunter of the night

such a lovely creature such a lovely site

i just love to watch them it brings joy to me

just to see the badger with there life so free.
Amanda Francis Jul 2016
Would I feel like this if we could reverse time and remember our future?
Would I still carry around my braking, aching heart waiting for you to leave?
Would I stop replaying scenes in my head like the first time we kissed and laying awake all night to hear you breathe?
Or would I instead think of how you set my heart on fire and left me to watch it burn?
Would I read about it on the news?
Watch as media frenzied scavengers lapped up the blood, selfies with the body of a girl who loved to much!
Even in this warped world, where my rose thorn tongue grows around the 4th dimension.
I'd hold on to my last memory, of meeting you for the first time.
My swollen heart and pregnant mind would long for you, a longing that started on that first kiss.
I find the truth
Causes suffering
And
We exist
Within as many
Lies
As it takes to
Barricade
Ourselves from
The heartache
of truths
I love you in the mornings
When you're just a little bit grumpy
And your only language is grunting
And last night we made plans for today
But this morning the only plan
Is to ignore the alarm
And when you wake up I'm next to you
But it's never close enough
And you clutch me against you
Like my breath on your neck
Is the only breakfast you need
Amanda Francis Jul 2016
You are my antiparticle.
We are destined to collidide and when we do, you will annihilate me!
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