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  May 2015 Colleen Harrington
Remus
I miss you.
I didn't know I could,
but I'm that I'm here alone,
I know I can.

I listen to sad love songs
because they don't remind me
of you.
You were too upbeat and complained
that romance and sadness
just weren't for you.

You were a story teller,
told me how a sad pathetic girl
could actually be loved,
but not by you.

I didn't think I could miss you
because you never missed me.
It's been two months
and I've just started to miss you
and maybe it's because you
started to miss me too.
this is horrendous
I’m like midwest weather forecast
I’m stuck in summer
I hate the dead of winter
it rains in the spring
overall
fall is the ******* worst
this is the first poem i wrote officially and received too many compliments from it. it speaks the truth.
if you really want to see
what you've done to me
just look inside of this
this notebook you see

I'm petrified of your kiss
yet its the one thing I miss
when i'm laying on my couch
all benzo'd out

its the thing I desperately crave
when i'm alone in an ice cave
then I remember our bout
the one before you kicked me out
the one where I said ouch

you had me on your bed
your hands suffocating my head
all I thought was I love you tons
but then I saw your guns

I believed me a *****
a pathetic daddy issue girl
because of what you said
it burned me to the core

this is it you see
how I don'twant to be
how you thought me to be
that is what you've done to me
I remember our first kiss
whiskey and too many cigarettes
I was at my worst
you were at your best
I made you do two lines
after all I needed to feel fine
you made me slightly nervous
you were too observant
there are times when
I see what they see
it's just really hard to be
like that all the time
when you are stuck in your mind
all I see are dead leaves
falling to the floor
piled in the corners
their sticking to my rake
it’s kind of overwhelming
I can’t really focus
when all these leaves are here
I wish I could switch gears
to get rid of all this fear
There is a Lady in my head.
She has been there since Easter.
She moved in before I even noticed.
She has Tiger green eyes, red hair
and dangerously voluptuous curves.
Since she arrived I can't sleep;
days and nights, awake and not
are blended into a fine mist.
I have lost Twenty pounds without trying.
I wander around in a puppy dog fog
like some drooling, smitten 17-year-old.
I listen to music I haven't heard in decades.
I write poems even I can't understand.
I experience lust that consumes like ******.
The world around me seems to be fading.
Books no longer speak my language.
There is a luscious Lady in my head.
She does all these things to me and more.
And I never, ever want her to leave.
  ~mce
RLA
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