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Amelie Apr 2013
Last night she reached
the point of no-return
it's understandable
she's had enough
about every tiny thing
was wrong about her life
she just couldn't take it
anymore.
She tried to call her friends
nobody answered
why would they even bother?
She had a fight with her mother
she ended up crying
running to her room
locking herlsef inside
and for sure at that moment
she collapsed on her bed
tears streaming down her face
you can't imagine
how much like a prison it felt.
And just like usual
she thought about her first love
loved and lost
it made everything worse.
Then she remembered the people
who had left her behind
she thought about her father
and how much they hated each other
she thought about her grandparents
who can't even remember her name
she thought about her best friend
but didn't want to talk about it
and just like usual,
she thought of her lost love again
and again
and she cried because she knew
she would never see her again.

Then she thought
"****, if only I had a gun."
Amelie Mar 2013
Killing my lungs with a bit of smoke
Drowning my sorrow with several shots
Thinking our story was only a joke
A smile on my lips and shadow in my thoughts,
My eyes are raining like they always do
Every now and then because they just have to,
This terrible love almost turned into hate
You've been gone for so long and I'm tired to wait.
But I will.
I'll wait forever if I need to,
Coughing my pain out like I've climbed a hill
Whispering your name because I need you.

Sometimes I happen to wonder if you think of me,
Must be nice to know there's always be someone
who will follow you no matter where you'll be
And who will always love you until becoming insane.

I need you to know I'm doing just fine,
Keep smiling to people, I even laugh sometimes
I promised you something that's always on my mind,
The hardest part of days is only bedtimes...
When I lie down, near that girl who just isn't you
When she kisses me but I taste your mouth
When she says she wants us to have something true
But there's no place for her in my little heart.
And when she talks about us in that hope in her eyes
I keep asking myself, why can't you love me like her ?
Because I've became somebody I despise ?
I only think about you when I'm with her.
Amelie Mar 2013
so now i'm stuck with my loneliness again and there's nothing left for me to do
just laying here listening to the rain 'cause i have nobody to talk to.
Amelie Mar 2013
18
She just turned 18
She doesn't know what she's doing
with her life.
Her parents are always on her back,
Always stressing her out,
Got to make her mind up.
She doesn't know what she wants
Her universe isn't balanced
at all.

For now she's lost in a sea of sensations,
Refuses to look at the future in the eyes
Believes tomorrow will bring a clear answer,
but it never does.
Poor girl just turned 18
and she thinks her life is already over.

She's lost her heart, she's lost her mind,
What can she even do now ?
Trying so hard to find a place within
She keeps fighting every day
But life doesn't give her the chance she needs.
She's lost as you can see,
What can she do, what can she do ?

School's almost over, take a decision now
What is she going to do ?
She's still under so much pressure
Poor little girl can't handle of that,
She just wants to go far away
And never, ever come back.

But she's still just a little girl,
She has to wait for a while.
Then she can leave, in a few months' time
And start a brand new life...
She just turned 18,
But she feels she's already lived her whole life.

She's still hoping to go, one day
Where nobody can ever find her again.
Please let her fly away
Amelie Mar 2013
It is 4 in the morning again
And I'm still up drinking coffee
Thinking it's fine to hold my own hand
Not feeling alone, but so lonely.
What happened to this life of mine ?
Before you walked out the door
I used to be so happy all the time
And now I just can't laugh no more.

But I'm fine, yes I'm fine you know,
I've just been sad for a little while,
It's hard to think that just a year ago,
I was with the person who made me smile.
"A year ago, we were in love"
said your beloved Woody Allen
How come I ever made you think of
Leaving me by myself again.

And how come I'm still in love with you,
After all the time that's gone by
After all that I've been through
You still manage to make my cry.
It's all my fault, I know that well
I just can't stand blaming myself for everything
I'm laying inside my little shell
Of hate and insecurity.

If you were here, we'd just finish this cup of coffee
Then I would drag you into my bed
You'd stay there, on top of me
You'd kiss my nose, my cheek, my forehead
We would make out, we would make love,
Which is probably one of the things I miss the most
I'd open the window, we'd watch the stars above,
You see... That's all I lost.

But I don't really care anymore about the past
'Cause now I'm focusing on the future
First loves are the only ones that last,
I'm working on us being together.

Because the love I feel for you is all I have left..
Amelie Mar 2013
It was when I met you
That I understood love songs
And
why people dance with each other

I understood kissing
And
why it is the most beautiful thing

I understood why brokenhearted people cry
And why they stay away from everyone
when they heart shatters
because they need their space
to fill it
with the voice of their lover who left,
and the memories
to bring the pieces of their heart together
and to break them again.

It was when I met you
That I understood what life is all about
and
why people stay late out night thinking about that someone.
Amelie Mar 2013
She was beautiful,
But not in the beautiful ways you like to think so
She did not have hair that dripped gold
Her eyes were not the colours of the cold sea
But her smile was crooked and bent
Her lips were chapped and thin
She did not have a gentle laugh
Nor did she speak humble thoughts
But she was beautiful
In the way the shore kisses my feet
In the way the moon hides itself in the curtain of darkness
She was beautiful
In the way wind dances with hair
In the way shy lovers hold hands
She was beautiful in the way of morning air
And black coffee
And the love poems that live in each broken heart
Spilling red oil into blue lungs,
Suffocating happiness right out of its shell
And she was beautiful
Because she refused to taste sadness
Even though it was the only thing she had left to eat.
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