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i haven’t kissed you in days.
it’s been hundreds of hours
since i’ve had physical contact with you,
and i feel like i’ve forgotten the feeling
of your skin on mine, your lips on mine.
i haven’t kissed you in days.
there are miles between us
and it feels further right now,
because hearing your voice on the phone
makes it feel like you’re here,
but only silence reaches my ears.
i haven’t kissed you in days.
it hits. hard.
like a ton of bricks
being swung at your chest
like a wrecking ball at a building,
it knocks you sideways
and you lose control.
everything becomes involuntary,
i don't even know what words
are spouting from my mouth anymore.

i hate losing control.
i hate this.
my mind, body and soul
can't take much more of this,
the constant stress
the sleepless nights
the exhaustion.
i'm so ******* tired.
i'm laying in bed
and i can't seem to close my eyes
without worrying.
i sometimes lose focus
on the things i think i want,
like a camera that doesn't
zoom in quite enough on the sunset
that has the perfect mixture of colours.

i suppose that the best
i can hope for in the future is for
the sunset to get closer.
or to buy a better camera.
There are galaxies in your eyes.
On sleepless nights, I want to stare
Into the constellations in your iris,
And watch as the galaxies spin endlessly
With every breath, every smile, every heartbeat.
I can see, in your eyes
Every ocean, every sea, every body of water.
When you’re calm, they’re lazy rivers,
Gently flowing along.
But as you become passionate, the rivers
Turn into seas, the waves rocking me.

I wouldn’t mind being in space alone
Or being lost at sea,
If it meant I had a little part of you with me.
Sweating, cold, collected,
I can analyse the world around me,
calculate and be logical
when everything is spinning.
I can hold my own, when inside
I'm about to explode
with everything I've held - shaking,
trembling, shuddering -
in my clenched fists.
I know it's a struggle to see clearly
that I'm nothing new or unique,
I mean,
there have been a thousand
people before me with anxiety.
I don't even have anxiety.
I'm just afraid, I'm nervous.
And I guess that's okay...
Is it?
  Oct 2014 Chloe Ivy Rose Smith
Pluto
you
I fell in love
with the way
your eyes light
up when you
speak, the way
your shirt falls
across your
chest.
I grew
accustomed
to your
fingers
brushing
occasionally
against mine,
the way your
feet moved as
we walked
side-by-side
---

*I fell in love with
destructive
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