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A broken picture frame
lay in the corner
My face without a name
because I don't matter
Your motives shine through your eyes
you don't have to defend yourself
I hear the truth ringing through your lies
and I understand now
The only reason you're still here
is because you don't know how to say goodbye
"Why are we here?" he asks me with a certain innocence resonating in his voice.
"I think we're here for something, we all have something we were meant to do," I say in a voice of certainty although the emotion doesn't reach my heart.
"What do you think you were meant to do?" he asks staring up at the pale sky with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"I don't think I'm meant for anything, I was a mistake, someone must've really messed up," I say laughing dryly.
"I think you're wrong. You're a lot more special than you think. You should give yourself more credit, at least you're still here breathing."
"**** me," she whispered through her tears.
Her eyes glowed red, stained from the shattering of her heart.
"I can't," I say my voice breaking as I face the mirror.
I slowly break apart.
"You said you would if it got to hard," she cries.
"If you give up, then everything was for nothing," my voice quakes.
"It doesn't matter it was all lies!"
"But we were so close," my heart shakes.
"How can we make it?" she asks me
"We have to at least try," I bite my cheek.
"We won't make it," she tells me.
"We have too, I won't be weak!"
She shakes her head, doubt in her eyes,
but I had to try
There is something lurking so deep inside of me,
that just doesn't feel right.
Maybe it's from always expecting
that I have to fight.
I just want to give in
and put down my guard
Why does that have to be so hard?
I'm working my hardest on opening up to people, and not shutting them out. So far it's been going well.
My Throat Red And Raw,
I Am Drinking From The Sea,
My Reflection Blurred,
Frigid Yet Soft Like The Stars,
My Eyes Dark And Vacant*

                         My Fists Are Clenching,
                      Trembling In Waning Light,
                           I'm Thinking Of You,
                  For I've Dreamed Of You Again;
                           A Pale,  Lonely Memory


You Are Small And Frail,
Wrapped In A Plaid Comforter,
Tears Roll Down Your Cheeks;
You Were Thinking Back To Me,
When Your Hell Had Just Began


                              I'm Biting My Lip,
              While Watching The Leaves Recoil,
                             I Am Fidgeting,
                  Taping My Pen Rhythmically,
                     Trying To Distract Myself


I Breathe In Deeply,
My Heart Is Beating Too Fast,
I Gently Touch You,
You Turned To Look In My Eye,
You Murmured,"Why Are You Here?"


                                I Rub My Forehead,
                        My Palm As Cold As The Air,
                               I Stare At The Ground,
                      My Thoughts Are Disorganized,
                      Strewn Around, Pictures Of You


I've Jumped In The Sea,
Your Sad Eyes Have Seen Me Off,
For Some Strange Reason,
I Don't Feel Satisfaction,
Only A Hint Of Pity


                                   I Do Feel Relieved,
                     Not Because You Have Crumbled,
                                 But Because I'm Free,
                    I Am Free From Your Strained Grasp,
                      For You Had Said That One Word


*Goodbye
Hmm, Take It How You Want.

All I Needed Was A Goodbye<3

Step 4 Towards Self Forgiveness:

I've Realized That My Past Actions Did
Not Only Affect Me.. And Those Actions
Had Pushed Someone Down A Path Which
Lead Them To Hell On Earth.. That Is What
I Had Wanted In The Beginning, I Was Bitter--But Now
That I've Seen That It's Actually Happened,
I Am Not Relieved--I'm Petrified

I Had Been Drinking The Darkness Of The Sea,
Dwelling On My Twisted Reflection,
When Really I Should've Been Swimming To
New And Better Prospects--Than Soaking
In The Ancient Waters Of Pain.
 Sep 2013 Bailey Kreutzer
Marian
All of the forest animals come up to him,
He is never ever grim,
Sunrays flood the forest where he sits;
His world is such harmony and bliss.
The birds to him sing songs,
Just for him all day long,
His is Nature's Boy;
Filling my world with joy.
He is the sweetest boy ever,
And I will love him forever,
All of the insects sing songs just for him;
And say. . .You've guessed it! This boy's name is Tim!

*~Marian~
This is dedicated to my Dad Timothy!! :) ~<3
I love him with all my heart! :)
I hope he enjoys it!! :) ~<3
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