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bcg poetry Nov 2014
I put on another dress
I apply another coat of blush
I curl my hair perfectly
     I look like a dream

I take another pill
I pour another glass
I pull out a razor
     I hurt like a nightmare

I tell another joke
I give another kiss
I smile till I forget
     I fake like an actor
bcg poetry Nov 2014
why
you gave me a prince
then told him i wasn't his princess

you gave me a knight
then told him i wasn't worth the war

you gave me a savior
then you told him i wasn't worth saving

i loved him
i loved him even though i was too young to know what love was
i loved him
and you took him from me
bcg poetry Nov 2014
I'm too young.
I'm too young to have all of these feelings and ideas.
I'm too young to have already felt love.
I'm too young to have already felt loss.
I'm too young to have experienced the level of trauma that forces me to have flashbacks.
I'm too young to wake up in the morning and get out of bed solely out of habit.
I'm too young to feel this sad and this lost.
I'm too young.
We all are.
bcg poetry Nov 2014
Some days I can't stop thinking about you and some days I wonder why I start.
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bcg poetry Nov 2014
I still can't sleep at night because you wander across my eyelids,
but you'll never know.
bcg poetry Nov 2014
"I'm not leaving", you comforted me.
"I'll always want to talk"
"It'll be different," I insisted
"You'll be busy with a life that doesn't include me
And I'll have to learn to live without"

The nights we stayed up talking
Four thousand miles away
The nights I kept the scraps you left so close
Until the night became day
The nights you told your secrets
And I told you my fears
The nights I felt so safe
After all of my painful years

Those nights changed me
Despite the hurt and the cursing
Those nights saved me
From the horrible mornings
bcg poetry Nov 2014
What if...

I lose the memory of the first time we kissed?
I can't retrieve the image of you crossing the room to me?
I forget the way your hands felt holding my face?
I can't remember the shirt you were wearing or the way you smelled?

I lose you?


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Would I lose myself?
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