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 Dec 2014 Caroline K
Maddie Lane
What happens when you leave?
I don't need you,
but I want you.
I like how I am when I'm with you.

I don't want to pick up the pieces of my broken heart,
yet again.
But I know that everything is fleeting,
especially us.

I will always ask you to love me in the morning,
as sleep coats your mind I will beg for reassurance.
I need to know that when I wake up you will be there,
kissing my forehead,
and telling me that you still love me.
Just tell them
your poetry
is now for
someone else.
 Nov 2014 Caroline K
Maddie Lane
Stop handing out pieces of yourself like you've got anything left to spare.
 Oct 2014 Caroline K
fdg
the first boy that kissed me without any warning
now kisses a girl that used to be my best friend
he shoved his tongue in my mouth while i was crying
i laughed and said, "this doesn't count"
got on my bike and rode away

the first boy i willingly kissed
i broke up with after letting him finger me for a year without any blow jobs in return (eventually i was comfortable enough with the idea, but ****, how awful of me)
and the summer after he cried over me he got back with his ex
(i was the mistake in the middle of them)

the boy that i kiss now
makes me bite my lip
and i miss him every second he's not around
because this love makes me hysterical
and i never really know what to say at the right time in the right way
so i just press my palm to his face
and hope he gets the message
 Oct 2014 Caroline K
Maddie Lane
St-st-stuttering over undeserved apologies,
these eggshells are hurting my feet,
I've been walking on them for eternity.

Elephants stomp on my heart,
SOMEONE TELL THEM TO STOP,
my voice never raises above a whisper.

Tread
c
a
r
e
f
u
l
l
y
,
always.

Wearing your
heart
on your sleeve
makes it easy to steal.

LISTEN TO ME.
Build walls,
dig moats,
anything that will
halt
people from getting close to you,
close enough to hurt you.

Know that hurt is inevitable if you don't listen.
Giving someone your heart means signing a contract in blood,
it means stuttering over apologies.
Apologies that aren't always deserved,
but are somehow always given.
 Oct 2014 Caroline K
Maddie Lane
I can never make you love me,
I'm finally okay with that.
It took a while but I've finally accepted it.
 Sep 2014 Caroline K
Maddie Lane
It comforts me to know that I will be the maid of honor at your wedding - and that you will be the maid of honor at mine.
Through all that has happened, the changes we have experienced as we've become adults, we have remained the same,
and I think that's the reason I still have my sanity.
Words forever on our skin say, "I have seen the best of you, and the worst of you, and I choose both", from our favorite poem and I know our bond is eternal.
People may laugh and say that we might not be friends forever, but we will be the ones laughing because we know that they're wrong.
Although distance makes our communication less frequent, it does not make our friendship any weaker, and we will always pick up right where we left off.
You are my 2 AM, my number one fan and the only person I trust completely.
Our friendship has taught me many things - how to be there when needed, how to listen without judgement and most importantly, how to be a good friend.
We have reached an agreement - we might have different friends, but never ones like each other.
A friendship like ours is once in a lifetime, and only if you're lucky.
Thank you for being my best friend and making me feel lucky.
 Sep 2014 Caroline K
Maddie Lane
In the hustle and bustle of the city I will always wonder why it is so easy to feel alone.
How is the easiest thing to feel loneliness?
Why is the hardest thing to feel happiness?
I used to revel in being alone, I used to take every silence as a moment for my creativity to bloom.
Now I dread it.

I feel that I could shout it from the top of the tallest building,
make it front page news,
and still no one would hear me.
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