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Mitchie Mar 2014
I see you.
You can't notice me,
but I'm right here.
I'm watching you,
and I know your struggle.
But to tell the truth,
sometimes the most interesting character,
isn't the main.

You might not be the one,
sent to fight the battle.
You might not be the one,
who's tragedy is known.
But you are the one ,
who takes it on by choice.
And you are the one,
who deserves it all.

I wish I could tell you in  person,
but I realize that I can't.
For I am just a reader,
of the story of her life.

Even though it's hard to see,
you are just as important.
I can't tell you
how much you mean
to her
and me.
I'm just going to yeah here you go you probably won't even notice this but hi there
Mitchie Feb 2014
My eyes burn as my heart shatters,
my head clouds and nothing matters.
I can't feel my legs from running too fast,
these lungs are dying; they will not last.
I hear your pounding steps coming near,
you persuade me that I have nothing to fear.
I slow, turning to your extending arm,
so I take your hand and am met with harm
Mitchie Feb 2014
It hurts.
It hurts, but I can't stop myself.

It burns.
It burns, yet I continue.

I can't breathe.
I can't breathe, but I push myself harder.

I am falling.
I am falling, yet I still have the will to go on.

I have failed.
I have failed, but you said you would stay with me anyway.

You said you would always be there.

And now you have left.

You are gone.
You are gone, and you don't remember me.

But I will always remember you.
Because I needed to write yet another.
Mitchie Feb 2014
I just want  you to know,
you always do this to me.
You make me feel lost,
you make me want to flee.

You tongue pierces my thoughts,
your eyes throw daggers into my soul.
You can't--no... wont stop yourself,
my heart still has strings for you to pull.

If I even thought to run from you,
you would always find a way.
I can't keep myself out of sight;
you find me no matter where I stay.

The only time you help me up,
is just to knock me down.
I can feel my heart break
as you watch me slowly drown.

I just want you to know,
you always do this to me.
I'll always be lost,
I can never flee.
Mitchie Feb 2014
The beauty of this world is hard to see.
In order to find it, one must seek it,
so many choose to reject its existence.

The beauty of the world is more precious than gold.
To obtain it, something of equal value must be lost,
so many choose to be selfish.

The beauty of this world is something fragile.
It requires care and love and patience,
so many choose to just neglect it.

The beauty of this world is nearly dead.
There is no hope, no peace, no joy for it,
so many believe it was never there.
Mitchie Feb 2014
I will walk to the ends of the earth,
stretch my arms to the clouds,
dive to the depths of the ocean,
just to be with you.

I will run like never before,
see like I can't again,
yell like it will cannot end
because I know you're there.

I will soar like an eagle,
jump like a kangaroo,
sprint like a cheetah,
so I can get to you.

I will tear out my hair
rip my heart to shreds,
grind my bones into dust,
if ever you left me.

I will risk it all,
lock you up,
lay down my life,
to keep you save.

I will come if you call,
drop everything and leave,
do whatever you ask of me
if only to hear you say

*I love you.
Mitchie Jan 2014
We fall deeper and deeper, as if in a trance,
your love increases exponentially.
There is no expression to compare to your love.

You are the constant in the equation to life,
forever intersecting secret thoughts.
There is no expression to compare to your love.

The pleasant addition of you to my life's function,
seeing the symmetric feelings we have
There is no expression to compare to your love.

You and I have not one extraneous solution;
your range of affection is infinite.
There is no expression to compare to your love.

You are my denominator, my stability;
you take the inverse of all that is bad.
There is no expression to compare to your love.

When I attempt to evaluate your rationale,
I find your devotion can't be measured.
There is no expression to compare to your love.
A ridiculous poem containing math? Why not?!

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