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Randi G Dec 2014
i’m cold so i’ll picture you here
whisper in my ear
tell me you love me
and that this is real
tell me i’m perfect
like you always do
tell me you need me
because i need you
i know i’m afraid
and that you’re scared too
but you make me feel
like this is all true.
karma was generous
when she gave me you.

*(r.e.)
Randi G Dec 2014
i have dreams about spiders
i have dreams about you
things that could **** me
if they wanted to
in my dreams i’m afraid
that i’ll see them again
because you and spiders
are of the same web.

*(r.e.)
Randi G Dec 2014
i want you to rip off my skin
and lay waste to my sin
pick of my insecurities
peel back my sorrows
peek inside my secrets
and maybe then
i’ll let you in

*(r.e.)
Randi G Dec 2014
when i look into your eyes,
i can see the big bang.
i can see stars being born
and the world’s first sounds
fill my ears
supernovas reflect from your
eyes and black holes
pull me into your arms
there is no escape from my
feelings for you

*(r.e.)
Randi G Dec 2014
the last i heard of you
you weren’t even trying
to get sober.
last you heard of me
i’m in college now
pursuing my career.
i still contemplate
your empty promises,
but now i scoff.
how could i have been
so blind?
you’ll never change for me
and you’ll never change
even for yourself.
as your body breaks
mine grows a new form -
one that no longer requires you.
i used to cry, thinking i missed
out on true love
and now i lay in the arms of
someone who loves me more
while you lay in a box.
i’ve broken out
and you’ve been nailed in

*(r.e.)
Randi G Dec 2014
she looks in the mirror and
she disgusts herself
she digs her own grave
and she puts herself out
she puts up a story and
paints her own mask
she sits and wonders how
she got so off track
she was on her way
all the way to the top
now she can’t do anything
but beg herself to stop
she sits all alone
in a room she painted black
she cried for independence
but she’s always brought back
she can’t be on her own
and she can’t be by herself
she sits on her knees
and contemplates hell
we all make our own
and she creates the worst
because she sits on her own
and pushes it down her own throat

*(r.e.)
Randi G Dec 2014
i keep seeing hawks
or maybe it’s really you
swooping down to tell me what’s new
maybe they’re buzzards
and they can tell how i feel
lost without you,
a useless spinning wheel
maybe they’re birds but
maybe they’re planes
and i’m looking for meaning in nothing
in this digital age

*(r.e.)
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