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Awesome Annie Aug 2014
I've hidden you away.

Tucking secrets into the cement cracks.

Burying all emotion alongside the person I used to be.

Sometimes it feels like a faded yesterday.
Yet years of your absence grow stale and suffocating.

I burned the edges of memories.
Hoping to blur those moments I once vowed to keep forever.

I took the blame when I broke your heart.
In that moment I became stuck within these walls.

I've hidden you away.

Now you're just a name that lingers on my lips,
And an ache in my heart.
Awesome Annie Aug 2014
Its nothing I can say, only something I can feel. If only I could wake up and know it isn't real.

I lost it, through my fingers let it slip. Heard and felt it in my heart as it broke away and ripped.

Grief can never be a comfort, as time goes ticking fast. But I know for people like me, happiness doesn't last.

I sit and wait, for this test in life just to finally end. But we know from past lessons learned, that sorrow has no friend.
Awesome Annie Aug 2014
I walk through the dark dusty house. The people I see,
are all void of faces.
Yet I know they must be staring. Watching to see if I can escape.

All doors are boarded shut,
all windows nailed closed.
The windows I can not shatter no matter how hard I try.
Panic reaches me as I try the last door, again closed to me.

These people void of face,
laugh hallowed chuckles
excited by my fear.

Tears stream red staining my shirt.
I call for you but you are to far to hear,     we are   distances   apart.

Defeated I sit in a corner,
knees to chest
I wait for dawn.
I see my reflection but resist looking, my face may not be my own.

These are my dreams,
people void of face,
emotions and heart.
Wrote this about a reoccurring dream I was having.
Awesome Annie Aug 2014
It's just to much
              for anyone to take,
let alone
b r o k e n me.
When he shattered me
            all that time ago,
        I lost a piece of myself.

It's just to much
          to show you who I am.
I know perfectly well
        for I keep myself company,
and share    no ones   secrets but my own.

Its just to much
         to love me,
       so much work,
so much patience   and    sweat
      it will break you.....

It's just to much
       who comforts me when I cry?
who holds me when I am scared?

It's just to much
to ask     anyone     other    
        ...then myself.
Awesome Annie Aug 2014
Words that surround me and cut my flesh, like a little jagged knife. Words that I pretended didn't hurt that ate at me my whole life.

These fresh wounds you leave won't seem to heal, as I pick at open skin. Tear me apart, take a chunk just so you can win.

Damaged already by careless fools, who are to blinded to see. That words have this ability, to completely destroy me.
Awesome Annie Aug 2014
It's coming undone,
I feel it threatening to give way.
This is just the beginning,
At this point I already know,
All we've built will come crashing down.

It's coming undone,
It hit me quick.
The realization stinging my eyes.
A life without you....
It's chocking me.

It's coming undone,
And all I can do is stand witness.
Just wait,
For you to see it too.
I can see no future beyond this,
If you can,
Please...show me.

It's coming undone,
As destiny must've decided.
Perhaps the moment we declared,
Our love must be fate.
Time proved us liars.

I'm coming undone,
You see this,
Me gasping for breath.
Yet you point the finger at me,
Because,
I'm so good at starting over.
I'm so good at watching it all come undone.
Awesome Annie Aug 2014
Reality has a hard grasp,
causing me to forget to breathe sometimes.

Familiar hands choking me.
The lost opportunities get caught in my throat,
as I notice the fingerprints on the wall match my own.

To afraid to take the risk,
because all I really want to do is jump.
I wish that I could watch what holds me so tight shatter,
releasing a thousand promises of tomorrow.

I stand still ....
because I'm scared of getting lost again,
Deep stunning water that could swallow me whole.

Dreams can't be stolen.
But I see mine transform, as the puzzle pieces of you start fitting into place.
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