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 Feb 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Jay
The words do not flow like they used to.
They hardly come to mind at all.
Maybe it's because I feel almost absolutely nothing
and am only comforted by the numbing sensation
of a love that is far too unreal.
All this time, I've been searching for something
and now, I feel like maybe
I've been searching for the wrong thing.
Maybe I've only been looking in the wrong places.
Maybe I'm too stubborn to accept the reality of a situation.
I'm afraid of a love that I can never feel.
I'm afraid that the distance between our bodies will always be kept
far greater than I can even fathom-
even if we were in the same room; holding hands.
I'm afraid the connections that our souls share
will quickly become tattered and cracked.
Maybe I was never destined for love.
Maybe I'm supposed to be alone forever.
Maybe I'm supposed to have my heart broken...
But, maybe, I'm supposed to break my own heart.
I think maybe I'm just meant to stay lonely.
Writer's Block.
 Feb 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Jay
Roses
 Feb 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Jay
How desperately I want to get to know the taste of your lips.
It's the middle of the day
tears flowing from my eyes
hugging a picture of you
it all came as a surprise
is the reason you don't love me
because I'm so far away
maybe not light-years
but at least a couple days
and these poems I write
all tell the same story
a girl like you
just can't adore me
and I'll just smile the heartbreak away
because I know you're much too sweet
and a heartfelt hug
I'll give if we ever meet
and maybe we won't
fall for eachother
and I may be sad
until I find another
and even if I never
see (see) you again
I can't say I'll be fine right away
but I'm sure me, him and her
will always stop to pen
another poem about how brilliant
you truly are...
 Feb 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Jay
I was in love with her and she knew it.
10w
 Feb 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Jay
I've dreamed about her.
Her boots left at my door,
leaving a trail of fabric
and innocence behind her.
A trail of breadcrumbs
where passions burned through the floor.
I can still taste her lips as she
pushed me back a little closer to
the headboard.
And I wonder if she can still
feel the warmth of my skin where
I pulled her a little closer.
We fell asleep watching the dancing shadows
on my ceiling.
But, I woke up to find that
the sun had washed all of those shadows
away.
I think I'm done writing for a while.
My words don't  flow like they had before.
I'm going on hiatus.
 Feb 2014 Brielle O'Brien
ASB
promise me,
you said,
promise you'll be happy*
and I did,
and I promised to love you
and to breathe without you
and whatever else you needed
to hear
and I kept my promises, I did,
but my god, if missing you
could be measured in tears
I could fill
and refill
every ocean.
 Feb 2014 Brielle O'Brien
Ghazal
I wondered
What was that sudden empty feeling,
When I turned to realise that
Oh! You went away already, leaving
your absence to stare at me
Through the diamonds of our wedding ring.
you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction or
distress.
they dress well, eat
well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they have moments of
grief
but all in all
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy
death, usually in their
sleep.
you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.
but I am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one
of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them
but they are
there
and I am
here.
there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.
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