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 Nov 2014 Danielle
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If you love her, remember that on bad days.
If you love her, love her harder when she least deserves it.
When you spend the night out being intoxicated,
remember she is drunk, choking on her tears.
When your eyes lust over another woman's body,
remember that she stripped herself-
3 layers, 300 walls
she was naked for you.
When you light up and carve a smile on your face, talking to a past lover,
remember that she,
she has been kissing those scars on your soul for them to heal,
she has fermented herself in your bones for you to stand,
she did not expect her sacrifices to be sacrificed.
When you are buzzed in your life, when there is hardly any energy left for you to talk to her,
remember that every ******* second she's without you,
it was a hell of a marathon for her.
When you get upset over her mistakes, correct her.
But remember do not correct her when you have wronged.
When you are tired of handling her emotional hurricanes that storms through your routines,
remember that those are just bad days.
Remember that storms pass.
Remember her when she laughs at your jokes that everyone else finds less humorous.
Remember her wide smiles and her glittering eyes when she looks at you.
Remember how she survived your storms.
If you love her, remember that on bad days.

( FAH )
I can’t stop crying this morning. You tell me you miss me but you change the subject too soon. I want you to force me to tell you how I feel about all of this and to linger on it until I’m purged of all this confusion. I want to lay down with you on this rainy morning and fall asleep next to you. I want you. Here. Right now. Because I know time can heal but I don’t want that to happen. I don’t want you to just remember me when our song plays or you see a picture of me. I want to be fossilized in your memory like the ceiling you wake up to every morning and fall asleep to every night. I want to be permanent.
depression is a bad thing it tears your mind apart
takes away your feelings takes them from your heart
makes you feel that life as kicked you in the ****
and the life you have is always in rut.

everything around you is a world of black
feel that your are lost and theres no way back
suffering in silence bottled up inside
running from yourself as you try to hide.

but if you use your will with your faith and hope
find someone to talk too this will help you cope
then the hurt your feeling will begin to heal
help you carry on and change the way you feel
This is the last thing I'll let you know,
Before I say goodbye,
Before I let you go..

I forgot the reasons that brought on this end.
Wiped back the tears that I let fall.
Changed your title as my friend.
Unraveled your lies and figured it all.

I found the answers to the questions I had.
Spent all of my time trying to know you true.
It seems I, somehow, banished your bad.
I guess, it was because, I really did love you.

Now all I want, is for you to know,
Why I'm saying goodbye,
And why I'm letting you go..

I see your face through every crowd,
And within the moments you're not even there.
The silence became extremely loud.
It seems, I lost myself somewhere.

The knots in my stomach became undone.
As you continued to walk, in my mind, you grew small.
My journey backwards suddenly begun,
And I swiftly remembered it all.

The moment you had first taken hold of my hand.
Posed for a photograph with that crooked smile.
Times when, together, we would stand.
Or walk, if not even, for a single mile.

So this, my dear, I hope you know
I've said goodbye,
But I can't let you go.

I took back every single word I had ever said.
Tore out the chapters from the story of us.
Broke everything in sight, if only within my head.
Woke up one morning, and boarded that bus.

The glimmer in my eyes dimmed down slow.
I recanted the first smile that welcomed you that day.
Collected up the pieces of my heart, and decided to go.
I gave you one more look, and then turned the opposite way.
23rd June 2014

© All Rights Reserved Joanne Heraghty
 Nov 2014 Danielle
Lou Vaughn
SOFT
I imagine your touch

HARD
to want you this much

TRUE
I hunger and ache

FALSE
you are not a mistake

— The End —