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B Dec 2019
Endless nights
Whirlwind days
Soul on fire, heart ablaze

Empty words
Cold, hard truths
Broken promises for hopeless youths

Loving whispers
Tender lips
Curious hands on rounding hips

Toxic tears
Venomous lies
Hollow pupils, swollen eyes
B Sep 2019
The seconds drag by like hours as I lie awake tonight,
With your ghost haunting my every thought.
The time on my phone reads 03:34.

The rain on the roof drums the beat
Of the drops that pattered on the tent
On the night you first held me,

I long for the days when your lips were just an inch away-
And now there are miles between us

You are in the chorus of every love song I hear on the radio,
You are in the corner of every smile I smile;
You are in my mind everyday

Being without you is physical pain.
You have a hold over me so strong that not even death could break.

And while I lie awake
You lie sound asleep
In your shared bed
With your new girl,
And me - a long forgotten fragment of your past.
Editing some old work
B Sep 2019
It caught me in its sticky web
It overrode my tongue
I lost control of what i said
And of the things I’d done
B May 2019
Your lips are magnetic
Making me tremble
Then pulling me close
Closer still
Until we collide
A cacophony of warm breath and sugared kisses
B May 2019
You are the night light that keeps on glowing when all else is dark.
B Dec 2018
Within you lives the kindest heart the world will ever meet.
It cares for all, its generous, it loves with every beat.
Within you also lies my heart that you stole years ago.
You’ll keep it warm and safe and loved; this I’ll always know.

Within you dwells a beautiful soul, the most perfect to ever have lived.
Its generous and kind and wholly good. It  aids others and it forgives.
Within you also resides my soul, we’re connected through and through.
You’re my other half, my true soulmate; you are me, and I am you.
B Dec 2018
The hands that used to pull me close
Were twice the size of mine.
They’d stroke my hair and hold my hand;
Let our fingers intertwine.

The hands that used to hold me tight
Had short and bitten nails,
And a crooked finger on the right;
Such imperfect perfect details.

And the hands that used to love me
They were tender yet so strong.
A simple touch would make me weak
As their fingers traced along-
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