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  Nov 2015 Audrey Lucille
Free Bird
I gave him my heart,
I thought we could share,
But now he's got two hearts,
While my chest is left bare.
Audrey Lucille Nov 2015
When I started talking to you in August.
I had this feeling I was going to be with you.
The feeling wasn't visible enough to grasp yet though.
Then I began to care for you.
We hung out, got along, and with such sweet lips we shared out first glorious kiss and I fell for you.
So hard that even my scraped knees and broken toes couldn't keep me from your embrace.
Audrey Lucille Mar 2015
And the reason I want to live in the wild
is because the
everyone spends a detailed amount of time trying to
shove down other people's
perfectly, and knowingly
trying to make them feel like ****.
It is especially astonishing when they greet you with a kind smile and act as if they are your friend.
Audrey Lucille Dec 2014
I wore his boxers to sleep, that he let me keep, and when I dreamt, it’s what made me weep, for when I woke up, it was all gone, reality paraded back into my head, and I raised my fist and hit my pillow, because wow 9 months it has been and I am pathetic for still missing you.
Audrey Lucille Nov 2014
I have to constantly tell myself that I didn’t love him.
I used him
he used me
for comfort, and comfort only.
I’ve only ever loved one human being in that way on this planet. 

And it’s okay
because when I tell myself I didn’t love him
I know we were in the same place.
Our chests were both hurting from someone else
We needed each other then
but we didn’t love each other ever.
Audrey Lucille Nov 2014
Let's take a ride through the streets made from tombstones.
Ages ago.
A little girl with a red coat stood out before anyone else.
Everything was black and white, but her coat, it had color.
She ran through the streets unaware of what the future held for her. That her only destination in life, was to be chosen for her, and that she would be forced to choke on the very aroma of hydrogen cyanide.
You saw her then, you see her now. The only difference is that life is absent, and death is present, forever.
Inspired by "Schindler's list"
Audrey Lucille Oct 2014
What I am most fearful of, is waking up in the middle of the night, not being able to move. Being paralyzed. Only being able to move my eyes.
        I am terrified of the dark, or maybe not that, it could be the things that are found in the darkness. Imagine waking up in your 160 year old house, with ancient doorknobs that have apertures only a skeleton key could fit, finding out that the door is locked. How? You are inside your room and yet the door is locked, who locked you in, how did they lock you in? Your eyes might water but before you cry you will pound on the door. There is no response.

           But wait, you are now paralyzed again and still you can move nothing but your eyes. Your only hope is that the morning will come soon and the sun will shine through your windows. What seems like an hour, passes. You are able to twist your head to the side. The clock says 2:04 am. You wait and wait, but surely ten minutes pass and the clock still says 2:04 am and now your head is stuck looking at the clock and you are scared you are so scared, and the door, you can hear someone put a key in your door, the **** turns and the door swings open, something forces your body to jolt up, you look at the door and all that is there, is.....darkness.

       That is what I am terrified of.
I am truthfull
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