Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Classified Jul 2014
If you were a cigarette
I'd be the lighter.
The flames that rip through your body
Destroy you completely
Burns you to the core
And leaves you as nothing

The smoke will be the memory of us
Passed on and second hand to fade away as quickly as it came to be.

If you were a cigarette
I'd be a lighter
Erupting with danger
Causing pain at the touch
And going along with anyone who takes a fancy to what they see on the surface
Anyone who pockets me
Ready to burn the life out of more cigarettes
More like you
And lose a little of myself in the process.
Throw me away as soon as you can. Don't let me hurt you.
Classified Jul 2014
We will sit
We will talk
We will laugh
We will cry

We will cut
We will burn
We will drink
We will starve

We will think
We will share
We will feel
We will trust

We will compare
We will harm
We will swap
We will injure

Let your blood poision mine
And mine to the same to yours
Let me dilute the effects of the alcohol with my own poinsion
Let you share the effects of the drink and get me drunk on your love

Let us rant
Let us feel
Let us rage
Let us vent

Let us breathe
Let us survive
Let us dig
Let us live

Let us bound
Let us leap
Let us soar
Let us fly
And never come back down again.

Wanted to write, didn't work, over thought, didn't work. Meh, I can't write anything decer at the best of times.
Classified Jun 2014
The way her eyes portray so much and are so deep, so beautiful and so captivating

Infatuation makes you lose sense.

The curve of her waist that leads to her hips enchants and intices me

Infatuation makes you lose sense.

The shape of her lips invite me and excite me

Infatuation makes you lose sense.

The ***** of her neck to her chest to her breast intrigues me and causes me to long to explore it with my lips

Infatuation makes you lose sense.

Her being is vivacious

*Infatuation makes you lose sense
Do you know where the line is between Infatuation and Love? Because they are two wry different things.
Classified Jun 2014
Fear or rejection risks perfection.
One can be so confident
Or unconfident
Perfectly imperfect in someone's eyes
But they will not put anything on the line to get what they want.

Avoiding the risk of failure and potentially deprive you of happiness later.
If you're too scared to put yourself out there and take it as it comes
Then maybe you're not able to handle either outcome.

No risk, no reward
If you don't take the leap you won't have the oppertunity to fly like a bird
If the response truly meant enough to you, it would outweigh the fear and you would follow through.

If you're asking me what to do, that means you need instructions on how to follow through
If you need guidance on this I don't believe it means that much to you.
**** stupid rambling
  Jun 2014 Classified
Kay La
the things you'll do after emotional abuse.
They try to love you, you run.
They try to get close to you, you push them away.
They try to break down your walls, you build them higher.
And when you realize, that you are in fact all alone..
after everything's said and done..
and that emotional abuse from the past shows his face again:
you begin to self-destruct.
Crying, sobbing,, you just want to be held
but to scared to be.
Trust issues and depression begins to define you.
You have no one to blame but yourself.
& you continue to spiral,
dying inside a little more every day
until you're in your dark room, all alone once again,
and that razor blade
pretends to be your friend.
Classified Jun 2014
Words never seem to suffice when feelings are involved
My tongue ties in knots even a scout would walk away from when emotions get mixed in

I'm either detached
Or over attached

I'm scared or angry or sad
I want to comfort you and make you joyous and happy

My factory setting is numb and I revert to that when I have to be objective or help people

When you open your heart I close mine because that is my default reaction

Claw at me
Scratch me
Bite me
To open my heart

Kiss me
Love me
Comfort me
To clear the numbness

Break my bad habits
Not my heart.
I don't know, trying to prevent numbness but its not working. Bad writing, I know.
Classified Jun 2014
When you fix your heart with pieces of others whole heart
You're left with a bigger hole when they inevitably leave.

When you try heal your cuts with others kisses
You bleed more in the absence of their lips.

When you cover up your scars with love and tender words
You rip them open again when the love vanishes and the tenderness subsides.

The moral of the story is to never put yourself together with parts of someone else
Because you'll be left to pick up the broken pieces when everyone inevitably leaves.
"Never depend too much on anything in this world because even your shadow leaves you when you're in darkness."
Next page