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Ava Courtney May 2019
I was your sugar rush,
You craved me for a short amount of time.
Begging me
Asking me
To give you more
You devoured my love.
You tasted my lips,
The lips you said tasted like brown sugar.
I was always on your mind
My warm honey colored body
And my brown sugar lips
You craved my curls.
My dark brown eyes
Everything…

But eventually your craving ended
You no longer begged me
And asked me
You became too full
The hunger you had for me went away
You told me you desire something “Healthier”
Something “better”
Our love was sweet
Maybe too sweet
And sometimes too much sweetness
Can make you sick.
Ava Courtney May 2019
But baby u don’t know how to love when you’re sober.
And your too high to realize that i see the smile that your faking.
For your “I love yous” only feel real when your mind doesn’t function on its own, your intoxicated by drugs and i'm intoxicated by you. Your drunk off ***** and tequila shots and I’m drunk off of your love. I'm amazed at how meaningful your words sound when u cant think straight. How you look at me with those drunk eyes as i look at you with my sobering eyes hoping that you won't drink enough to make you forget my name. Because baby i could drink three bottles to try and forget you but the only thing I forget, is my name not yours and how u keep hurting me. Our memories are so deep and so livid that even when the mind gets manipulated and intoxicated, ours overpower them every time.
Ava Courtney May 2019
Loving you had consequences.
Loving you came with pain and agony
And sorrowful puddles of tears
Every word spoken and every bitter silence had consequences
     You brought pain to my heart.
     And killed me ever so softly
     when you whispered serenity in my ears.
     you numbed the pain with his fingers.
And hypnotized me with your hazel eyes
Every soft touch, every empty kiss, all the lies
Had consequences. You left without paying your dues.
Without serving your time. So i took all the pain
And now i'm suffering the consequences,
Of loving you.
Ava Courtney May 2019
Why do we have to hide our emotions?
Why do bottle them up?
When hiding your emotions is like hiding a gushing wound,
When the hole won't close
The blood won’t clot.
Its because everyone else
Who can’t feel your genuine pain would prefer to
Not see the gore
Or clean up the mess.
So you're stuck with a painful wound
Without a bandaid or proper care
Your just stuck holding the wound closed
But you can only hold it for so long
And once you let go
You can’t stop the bleeding
So you bleed it all out
Til there's nothing left.
And your left with an empty body.

— The End —