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Charlie Nov 2014
Let me be
The key to your
Heart shaped locked.

Let me savour
The breath that you
Breathe to keep
In case you run out.

Let me see
Things no other can

Let me regret
Ever letting
You be
The one that got
Away
Charlie Oct 2014
I did it again.
I checked my phone.
I don't know why,
I know what exactly what I'll see.
Nothing,
Just the picture of us together,
My phone's background I've
Not had the heart to change.
The picture that both brings me to a better time,
And evokes my bitter depression.

I don't know why I expect to hear from you.
A text,
A call,
Neither of which I've received.
But "let's still be friends",
You exclaim, as though that will ease the anguish I suffer daily.
Well, I'm trying.
Are you?
I have way too many drafts.
Charlie Oct 2014
First there was just five,
But then it went to seven.
Now there's five again.
Charlie Jun 2014
Are you hurting like me?
That pain that has no holds-barred.
That torment that knows no boundaries,
Or that vice that is ever-closing around what's left?

Are you scared, just as I am?
The terror of knowing you're the one that got away,
The horror of thinking someone else may get to kiss the back of your neck the way I used to make you blush,
Or the ending of my life in the anticipation that you no longer share the love I gave to you.

Does my visage completely and utterly destroy
Any progress you thought you were making
Of moving on like one glimpse
Of your solitary eyes does me?

I  see the hurt, I see the fright.
I'm right there at your side,
Like I've always been.
And as much as it may pain me at times,
Your side I will never leave.
Charlie May 2014
Sometimes
I read all your texts
I saved from long ago,
and ask myself what
went wrong.

And why I kept them...
Charlie May 2014
Strings soft,
supple between my fingers.
My page sits blank,
not an imperfection in sight.
Yet, here's the rub,
as nothing,
in its very essence,
is the imperfection.

Not a single word
comes to mind.
Not a single word
will do.
Words aren't enough
to say how much I love you.

Symphonies in my head,
fire in my eyes,
silence in my heart.

I know this game,
we go round and round.
Waiting till one of our
feet hit the ground.

Well I hit the ground.
I hit it hard.
Hard enough to
shatter through.
And I won't lie,
it hurt a **** lot.
But I still love you.
Charlie May 2014
I cannot be angry,
  for fear of hurting you.
I cannot be happy,
  for it won't be true.
    So here I am,
      beaten,
        broken and
  miserable too.
When no matter how much you hurt, knowing that showing it will only hurt the one you love even more.
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