Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Nov 2015 archives
amy emma
you're going to fail
and you're going to fail often
but pick yourself up, little girl
*** chipped teacups
still serve tea
 Nov 2015 archives
amy emma
it's when i realized i would never have closure and better yet, that i didn't need it, that i fully got over you. i don't need to know where you're going and with whom and i don't need to care. i don't need to feel happy for you and i don't need to resent you. you might have placed a fork in our road but it's my choice to lead my own way than to follow after you. you made a(lot of) mistake(s). but i'm done feeling responsible. i'm done beating myself up over them. i'm done being your shadow. i won't delete the pictures but i won't hang them on the wall. what happened happened but now i'm moving on. i'm not sorry and i don't regret anything. you won't make me bitter. you've shown me i have the capacity to love someone with my whole being. i will find someone who can handle that but until them i will pour that love into everyone around me: my mother, the mailman, even my lazy coworkers. you might have shattered my heart but i'm picking up the pieces and handing them out on the street corner. to truly love you must give yourself away and you taught me that when you left. you can't stop me from loving. i would consider myself lucky to be absolutely nothing. so thank you for bringing me to rock bottom because i'm met so many friends down here.
 Nov 2015 archives
amy emma
kind of
 Nov 2015 archives
amy emma
I guess it's kind of good you broke my heart. It scared me the way I would stop breathing so I could focus on your heartbeat.
3:39 am
Nov 1
 Oct 2015 archives
amy emma
Untitled
 Oct 2015 archives
amy emma
all the "nevermind"s and "don't worry about it"s are what made our relationship crumble
You replaced my sternum
With a tree, and my
Ribcage became its roots.
Flowers grew in my lungs.
You exchanged my
Internal organs with eternal
Butterflies; you made a
Nest in my heart, and I
Swear I could feel wings
Flutter every time I looked
Into your eyes. I was
Forever in bloom with you.
But the season changed,
And you left home. I
Didn't hear your song
In my head anymore.
Dear, winter tore me
To pieces without you
Here to protect my
Petals. The winds
Froze the flowers, and
They began to wilt. I
Swear, I tried to thaw
Them with my tears.
The leaves tumbled from
Their branches, and the
Roots deracinated; the
Butterflies have died.
And just when I thought
That I could never
Recover from losing you,
Spring came back around.
I felt the sun for the
First time in months;
Wilted stems began to
Produce buds again.
I'm not fully healed; the
Garden, not fully grown.
You caused a lot of damage,
But you'll always have a home.
 Oct 2015 archives
Alyssa Tara
I try to wear you once in a while,
     making sure if you fit the same
     as the last time i checked

But then again, whenever i notice
     the apparent worn off, tired seams
     from the fabric that was once our love,
     I go back again and sew them together,

Carefully threading the gaps back
     where they once were sewn tightly shut,
     left with no space for inadequacy,
     hardly any place for scarcity of love.

My misguided, solitary efforts then proved
     a love with tenuous and delicate clothing
     that has misplaced its capacity
     to wear out storms and excessive usage.

Back there is where i find
     that not everything burnt out
     could rekindle its flame.
 Oct 2015 archives
Meghan Marie
I am worn flannels
from the boys section
of the second hand shop.
Long sleeves covering
the seven years
worth of scars.
Seven years
battling mental illness.
I am paint stained carpet
and broken down shoes.
A pair for the different person
that i decide to be
everyday.
I am an adventurer
trying to find a place to call home.
Late night bonfires
and the starlit sky.
I am who i am
and most of all
I am proud.
 Oct 2015 archives
Joanna
Aftershock
 Oct 2015 archives
Joanna
How is it that once a heart breaks,
It's like an earthquake,
And you'll forever feel the *aftershocks
 Sep 2015 archives
Nicole Dawn
Trust is like an eraser;
It gets smaller and smaller
With every mistake
Anonymous quote
Next page