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Delicate Daisies Dec 2014
It's raining hard
Cooling my hot skin
You played me like a card
And you never seem to win
I take the glass shard
Across my wrist with a spin
I left my heart off guard
Trace your fingers on my chin
Your fingers mean as hot tar
Loving you will always be my personal sin
poems during English
Delicate Daisies Dec 2014
I loved you a lot
I still do
But my words to you are cruel
You beg for me to stay
I'll try to ignore you at school
But my eyes can't drift away
I want to keep your heart
I want you to keep mine
This poison is tearing me apart
A gun shot to the spine
I won't leave
I promised forever and always
No more tricks up my sleeve
I'll love you for the rest of my days
I've got a war in my mind
Delicate Daisies Dec 2014
the wind is harshly blowing
slamming into my window
the sound is growing
louder and harder
the sound makes me feel empty
my heart feels cold
even though the blankets hold
me
I miss you
The glow from your cigarette
emits just enough light
to cast a shadow and illuminate your eyes.
I'm legally blind, but not blind enough
to miss the tears you attempt to hide
as you inhale.
You don't think I can see,
so you smile and attempt to control
the tremor in your voice.
I pretend not to notice,

But I know that your
father made you
cry again.

You realize that I noticed,
and yet, you don't say a thing.
We both pretend I didn't see,
even though we're both bad at pretending.
The silence envelops us,
and we refuse to say anything.
We've always used unspoken excuses
as a barrier between us,
because we aren't brave enough,
because your problems are your problems,
and mine are mine.

But I know that your
father made you
cry again.

There isn't a good enough reason why.
We don't have to have one,
and we don't look for one either.
That's just the way it's always been,
and I don't expect it to change.
Even though it probably should,
we'll continue to pretend.
So I ask for a cigarette, and it
casts a shadow and illuminates my eyes,
that aren't really that blind,

Because I know that your
father made you
cry again.

And that won't change, no matter what we pretend.
This one was written sometime in 2006.
(c) J.E. DuPont
Delicate Daisies Dec 2014
I MISS YOU SO MUCH MY HEART FEELS LIKE ITS PUMPING BURNING ACID THROUGHOUT MY BODY I MISS THE TASTE OF YOUR LIPS; CIGARETTES AND HONEY
I'm so sorry
Delicate Daisies Dec 2014
you words buzz through my head
how do I get out of this mess
maybe with a metallic shot of led
I gave you my world, nothing less
my heart is beating with awful dread
a bullet can stop this stress
12/15/14 11:18 pm
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