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cder Sep 2017
Him and I
Were a funny
Kind of love story.

He loved her
But she broke him;
Now he was scared.

Difficult,
No one's first choice;
I would not be loved.

No love there,
We did not mind
Because we were safe.

This was fine;
It was enough
For broken people.
cder Sep 2017
melodies blaring
trapping me in my own head
this is my escape
cder Sep 2017
Despite my best efforts
I seem to look for her in crowded rooms
I want her to see what I've achieved
I crave knowing she is impressed by me
My eyes are traitorous and always look for her
The only problem with all of these facts
Are the pronouns.
cder Sep 2017
My body; no longer mine.
My thoughts; consumed by you
My heart; torn to pieces
My life; ruined by you.
cder Sep 2017
Do not approach me
for the use of my body;
I am more than that.
cder Sep 2017
sometimes it feels like
I am immersed in water
surrounded by sharks

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