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I had my first shot
of ***** to forget the
words you said to me
 Nov 2014 Any present moment
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One night with him
replaced 10 without you
 Nov 2014 Any present moment
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i'm glad that you love him
and i'm glad that you were there.
i'm sorry that you lost him,
and he's no longer here,

but his memory still remains,
because you are here
to remember and maybe to forget.

you have a beautiful brain
with lovely worlds
and lovely thoughts
and never underestimate that.
sorry if it really ***** i really wanted to write a poem to you, but i really couldn't write my thoughts out.
I want to feel your lips press against mine, I want to feel the way orchids bloom along my neck trailing like a soft breeze down to my collarbones.
Make me moan

I want to feel your hand press into the small of my back
Your fingers to grasp my sides
Desperate for one another
Pushing me against the wall, cold to the touch but you have ignited me
I want to feel your touch on my hips
After all those confusing months
Of your back and forth between that other girl and I
Constantly crushing my heart and soul
For you

I thought it was the most brilliant thing when you finally asked me to be yours

But now...
I look back and wish I would have
Told you that you couldn't have me,
That I would never be yours
That you don't deserve me

That I would,

Break your heart
Just once
In return for the numerous times
You broke mine.
Hands on the bed,
claws ready,
drooping shoulder,
wonderful silhouette.

Biting lips,
folded in,
blinds down,
time for tease.

Staring at me,
heart beat,
(in slow motion)
come and please..
And it kills me
to know
that you would much rather
open a bottle
of raspberry *****
than open up yourself
to me.
August 18th 2014
And nothing has changed
As I lay myself to bed
Monsters roam my head
Thoughts run ramped

No disregard
To morn
Slumber hides away

Heart pounds like a drum
Light will greet before
Dreams come

My aching head
My sorrowing heart
My glistening eyes

The question
Why
The answer

Silent as the new moon
Death has no voice
Life has no answers

Tic tock, tick tok
Times up
On life's clock


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