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 Jan 2016 Ellie
Devon Webb
Maps
 Jan 2016 Ellie
Devon Webb
He traced maps
on my back
with the tips
of his fingers
as if I was
the whole world
 Jan 2016 Ellie
Devon Webb
She seemed to
fall in love
with everyone
but herself
 Jan 2016 Ellie
Devon Webb
Lighter
 Jan 2016 Ellie
Devon Webb
Love is like
a cigarette:
temporary,
but worthless
if kept
unlit.
 Jan 2016 Ellie
Tom Orr
How
 Jan 2016 Ellie
Tom Orr
How
How selfless of us to call it sunset,


when the sun does not move.


How strange of us to call it riverbed,


*when rivers do not sleep.
 Mar 2015 Ellie
Devon Webb
I just want a
kiss-you-forever
kind of deal
 Mar 2015 Ellie
Devon Webb
Lost
 Mar 2015 Ellie
Devon Webb
He told me he was
lost
but didn't let me
find him
 Feb 2015 Ellie
Devon Webb
Pick Up
 Feb 2015 Ellie
Devon Webb
I'll give you a moment to
pick up your life
and then we'll see if
I'm in your hands or
still on the
floor.
 Feb 2015 Ellie
Devon Webb
You dropped me
like loose change into
a homeless man's
Burger King
cup.

I would have preferred
to be thrown,
to be
smashed
into a hundred
thousand shards of
broken cardiac muscle
- because at least
that would mean you had
made an
effort.

I wanted you to
push me away with
all of your strength,
leaving me to trip
and fall
right out of
love with you.

But you merely
nudged me aside
- too weak to break the
chewing-gum strands
which stretched
between my lips
and yours.

I was
stuck and
I was
craving,
maybe out of habit
rather than desire.

Too short to reach
the emergency exit
I was left
wishing you had made me
feel a little
taller.
There were twelve inches
worth of difference
between us,
everything that you
were and I
was not.

But I guess I got it
wrong.

You are not
six feet
two inches
of man
You are
six feet
two inches
of cowardice  
and your
extra large
t-shirts correspond
to your
extra large
apathy.

Because you didn't
care.

You didn't care about
my five foot
inferiority complex
or the five feet
of reassurance
it would have taken
to make me
feel worth
something.

But I will not be
confined
to the gap between
your height
and mine.

I have the strength
to pull myself away
and snap
those chewing-gum
strands
I don't need you
to make the effort
I'll make it
myself.

And if you still feel
inclined
to drop me
like loose change,
that's a **** lucky
homeless man.
 Dec 2014 Ellie
Devon Webb
I'll make you a
noose of
kisses
around your neck
 Dec 2014 Ellie
Devon Webb
I keep
forgetting to
forget you,
neglecting to
regret you.
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