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Charlie Mar 2015
we loved like watercolour
i guess it ran too fast

10w
Charlie Mar 2015
you were everything
and you ruined it
you're nothing now

10w
Charlie Mar 2015
When you're lovestruck,  life is easy.
When you're living a lie, life is challenging.
When he hurts you, do not go back to him.
Your dreams are deceiving, you're in love with someone else, aren't you?
You are in love with him, right?
You're playing just like he did, your dreams are deceiving, quit love those the hurt you, stop doing this to yourself.
Stop looking for the boys that say they love you and their actions don't match, they will never match.
He is a match, he is lit, he is burned and ready to burn, don't you see this?
Don't you care about yourself?
His eyes are not as beautiful as you keep thinking they are, you don't need to apologize for everything-- you are everything to someone.
Maybe it's him, maybe he's scared, maybe it's not.
Maybe he loves you and he's scared, but he's too scared.
God ******, why do you do this to yourself?
You just keep defending him and loving him and hoping for him to just show up out of thin air and you're sitting there, ******* your life up, and thinking of him.
He just doesn't care about you that much.
When you wrote that poem and you ran and you ran because the grass looked like his eyes and the twinkle looked like his smile and the yellow lights in the sky looked like his hair and you ran away from him.
Stop putting up with his flirting with other girls and looking right at you, stop letting them tear you down, stop being second best to the regulars.
You're not the regular girls that he ***** around with, maybe that means something.
You're not regular, so stop acting like you are.
Life with and without him is ******* awful and I'm yelling at myself.
Charlie Mar 2015
One o'clock in the morning just seems to be your hour;
loving, fighting, talking, crying-- all you.
That smug smirk will never leave the face of my clock.
You young thing, you confused old soul,
you're nothing else to anyone, but me.
I hope you realise that.
One o'clock has memories of your face in them,
memories full of lust and sharp words.
Only my memories, only my ears to ear, only my body to touch.
The ones I love, hate you and I hate the ones I love.
I guess you're one of them.
Went from 0 - 100 reeeeeeeal quick, oh well.
Charlie Mar 2015
❁❁❁
Laugh hard, my love.
Smoke menthol and smile.
Be strong.
Don't let these vices consume you.
❁❁❁
Charlie Mar 2015
I walk outside, it's forty degrees and the grass is twinkling like your eyes do.
I stretch and sigh and feel tears ***** my eyes, the same tears that I had when I put an end to this.
So, I ran. I ran and I ran.
I ran like I was Jesse Owens and I ran like I was drunk and  I ran like I needed to be drunk.
I stopped and I cried and I sighed and I loved.
I don't love you anymore, Madison, but I did at one point.

I stopped like I stopped running and  stopped caring and stopped drinking to get rid of your smile burned into my eyes.

I met someone new, Madison, I met someone else and I'm happy now.
I'm happy without you, Madison.
I don't need to get drunk and I don't need to run.
Charlie Mar 2015
light of my life
words from my mouth
i adore you so
i love you so
don't forget me
i won't forget you

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