Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Mar 2016 Heather Anderson
Monika
someone once asked me what love sounds like and i remember thinking of your voice, or more specifically the way my name sounds coming from your mouth. when i think of love, i think of your laughter. when i think of love, i think of you. i like to think of your body like a universe and maybe i want to drown in that underwater city inside your chest. someone once asked me what love looks like and i remember thinking of your chest, rising and falling. i remember thinking of your messy hair on lazy afternoons, our bodies tangled together like two halves of a love letter. they say that everyone’s heartbeat is unique but if you listen closely enough, you can hear my heart beating at the same rhythm as yours, like you and i were destined to be together but i often become terrified because infinity minus a number is still infinity, and if i were to subtract me from you…you would still be you.
here's to
embracing my youth
here's to
figuring out what i want
here's to
being who i want to be
here's to
my first birthday with my best friend gone
here's to
finally being okay

here's to
twenty-one
Broken...
Broken hearts
Broken dreams
Broken fantasies that possess me
Broken manifested destinies
Broken...
Broken bones
Broken souls
Broken inner thoughts that get the best me  
Broken swords that seem to never miss me
Broken...
Broken mindsets
Broken sunsets
Broken clouds that now poor upon thee
Broken dams that wash away all life's worries
Broken...
The world we live in is just broken
But the pieces to put it back together are around us
The friends and family that surround us
So fix it and be proud you have us
We as a people aren't always as alone as we think we are.
Half the man I was,
I enjoy but I don't laugh,
I hum but I don't sing,
I move but I don't dance,
I care but I don't love,
I am me,
but only somewhat.
she was known as the slave of heart
pretty young girl that just found new love
she was blinded by it
she could not even see it

it was always him over everything
him over everyone else
worst of all it was him over herself
she was the slave of heart
  
she did not see it coming
cupid payed it so well
she got her tiny heart broken
and she still loves him

nothing has changed
she has ignored the pain
all she wants its her bae
because she is the slave of heart
My words are but a shooting star
To be seen in all its glory
But as shooting stars fade in an instant
So do my words to be read once
Then fade into obscurity
Words of yours, fill the sky
The light breeze carries them to me
Peppered by the pollen
Inciting a reverie
One in which those words of yours
Were not as simple, not as clean
But one in which
The words were the same
After the passing of the moon
Inscribed in the stars
Those words told a tale
Not one as forgiving, not as easy
But one which was
A mirror image of the day
Those words first came to me
Peppered not by pollen
But unflinching certainty
One that I often saw
In a land of dreams
Where the movement of your lips
Was not evanescent
But stuck with me
Until the moon began to gleam
Those words showed
A reality, not as utopian, not as free
But one which was
Yours in entirety.
Nameless, faceless
An indescribable void
An overwhelming
Strangling
Shroud
That I can't shake off
That no one can see

To the people who don't know
Don't tell me to "just talk to people"
If there was an easy way out
Of my self constructed maze
I would take it.
Next page