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curlygirl Feb 2016
How strange it is...

to have one man star in your dreams,
and wake up next to another...

to have already slept in those cold apathetic arms and left them outstretched,
yet they are the ones that reach out from the gossamer void...

to have been shown love and warmth and awake next to him gladly,
but still feel the chill of the night inside your mind...

how strange it is...

to have control of your life back,
yet not control of your dreams...
curlygirl Feb 2016
i'd never felt such
cold hands
grab hold of my heart before,
and i'd never known it could
shatter into so many pieces.
            and i'd also never seen a
            sweeter man come along and
cut his perfect hands to shreds
             by picking up the pieces
and putting my heart back together again,
             *just
             to
             watch
              it
              beat
curlygirl Feb 2016
i'm forever
romanticizing my past,
clouding my present,
and
damning my future
curlygirl Jan 2016
he slowly poured
his soul into
the cracks of
her heart and
made her feel
as though she'd
never been broken
curlygirl Jan 2016
she realized that not only
was their love
tragically short-lived,
it was also
**imagined
curlygirl Jan 2016
she didn't know
which was worse-
the idea that he
was falling out
of love with her,
OR
the idea that he
never was
curlygirl Jan 2016
i've been everything from a pessimist to
      a mess
a protector
       a liar
a learner
       a sinner
a provider
        a drinker
a lover
         an enabler
a care-taker
          a crier
a hard-worker
an optimist,
all molded into one to make me
                        **a human
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