Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
I lost my innocence
Beside railroad tracks
And learned my love
Of - why? - when I
Watched the train go by.
The path way was my yellow brick road
The picnic table was my emerald city
The boy with his nose in a book was my wizard
The gift he gave me was his judgement less stares and his forever listening ear

Maybe I was to young
Maybe I was to dumb
Maybe I wasent brave enough
Maybe I wasent pretty enough
Maybe you just saw me as a silly girl
Maybe you just were to busy with that maze of a book

But that summer will forever be my what if
What if I had been older
What if I had been braver
What if I had snatched that book away
What if I had occupied your brain the way that book did
What if I had stolen those lips between bites of concentration
What if I had snatched your finger tips between page flips

Maybe thing would be different
Maybe things would be better
You know who you are.
My lover's eyes caressed the
Contours of my naked body.
So vulnerable, I clung to every
Gentle touch and fell in love
With every catch in his breath.

But as I went to take a drag,
He handed to me a cup,
And his lips formed a trail of blood
As he pierced into my chest
"Alcohol kills so much quicker, dear"
With the same mouth he used
To kiss me.
I like walking in the
Middle of the road when
The stop lights suddenly
Look like stars and I
Can watch the smoke of my
Cigarette carry every word
I was never able to say.

I always hope for rain.
I pretend I'm being washed
By all the tears of the moment,
If only to comfort the outcry
By soaking it into my skin.

I try to picture myself
On top of the wet pavement,
But all I can see is the reflection
Of the sky. How funny it seems
When looking down.
The more I smoke the more I dream.
Tick-tock, two minutes past this clock;
The lighter's edge, my conscious screams;
Death is sweet in his apology.
Written while high.
Resplendent is the End.
Music for silence; how
Bewitching is the Earth
Yearning for the Sun.
Like lovers and their
Cigarettes -- we fall in
Love with our destruction.
I haven’t touched another guy since alex….
I never really thought I would
well not for some time.
I went on a few dates ….even tried it again with alex but knew none of these boys did I want my lips to touch with. 

Until you….

I let you kiss me…
again…
and again….
and then again when you pushed me against my car….
then again when you pushed me down inside my car….
then when I said wait and you said okay It felt good.
I felt everything in my stomach unclench and every wall come down and I thought I would finally be okay 

For that feeling I lied 

For that feeling I entered another bedroom basement

For that feeling I laid in your bed

for that feeling I let myself go

Then you dismissed me….I became a *****…to dramatic…blowing up your phone….annoying you…because clearly you had so much to do that didn’t involve me. 

But each time when I had you between my lips….you had the time to kiss me over and over
you didn’t find me dramatic or ****** with your ****
stuffed down my throat
But I guess once you got what you wanted I was no longer something you wanted to deal with…
Sorry...I'm not sure if this is poetic or just something I needed to get off my chest. I'll probably take it down.
Next page