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Annie Dec 2012
dusty books are keeping secrets
and their leather bound skin
smells of that time in the summer
when i stood over the dam
contemplating

pages crisp like rice paper
the ink inside smears
because i no longer have
the words to say
Annie Dec 2012
you kissed my scars
one by one
your lips gently pressed against my skin
you kissed until my scars were none

the broken flesh was replaced by
all of the little
reasons why
i am starting
to fall in love
with you
Annie Dec 2012
you gave me your words
delicate and raw
overflowing with consonants and vowels
entwined with meaning that i can't quite decipher
listening so intently
with the mere purpose of saturating myself in your vast
ocean mind

thats how it always is though
you dive into someone expecting to float
but sometimes you sink to the bottom
the water filling your lungs
bubbling in-between what i want and what i receive
i don't mind drowning in you
i like the feeling
Annie Dec 2012
I am writing these words
To rid you from my bones
Because you have carved your face into my head
And burned holes in my hands

I no longer wish for you to tag along
In my thoughts
You are a parasite that feeds off of my soul
And this darkness is begininning to hurt

My body is tying knots around my insides
The rope is turning me blue
I have never hated anything
As much as I do you

My heart is collapsing under the weight
Of your memory
I desperately want to hollow out myself
To scrape away the residue that you left me
Annie Nov 2012
flying in an airplane at night
she looks out her window, thousands of miles up
the glass fogs at her warm breath
and the lights from the ground below are a reflection of the stars
in the moment of the planes droning hum
she believed she was in space
completely alone
solitude
and a tear rolled down her dewy face
because she did not want to touch the ground
ever again
Annie Nov 2012
12:00am
there are camera flashes going off inside me
capturing every emotion and feeling
because it is right this second
that i feel like i love you

12:02 am
i know we most likely will not last
but let me enjoy the hollywood red carpet moment
let the paparazzi dazzle me
because i think i love you

12:03 am
i know our time is limited
and sometimes i'm 1,000 miles away
but i'm here now
and i love you
Annie Nov 2012
dry, brittle bones holding up
this shell made of skin and blood
tomorrow will be a better day
unless my bones break
and my skin tears
blood spills
but that's why we have stitches
that's why i have you
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