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 Dec 2014 Delicate Daisies
Love
You see
A person only truly falls in love
Once in their life time
And once that time is used up
There is no more.
You can lie to yourself
And to others
But if you were truly in love with them
That love cannot be undone.
I am in love.
A love that won't go away
With my best friend.
I fell off
The bridge of love
And into the waters
Where he followed
But his love came with strings attached
A bungee
And he jumped back up
And left me sitting there in the waters
While he's up on the bridge
Calling me up there
While I'm wishing him down here
And I have no bungee.
It's a mess.
i'm the feeling of regret that hit you when you left
you ask me what's wrong
as if you weren't aware that
the scars on my body
were because of you
for three months, i counted the days i would see you again. i spent every moment figuring out what i wanted and after three months, it was finally you again. i sat each day and just thought and wondered how it could have been different. three months i have been emotionally alone. and now after three months, you're back. and now I've lost interest because you have shown none. this time it is going to **** when you leave and to be honest;

i don't think i ever regained myself from the last time.
""
"I used to be the person
who took pictures of
beautiful sunsets but
now all I see are dark clouds"
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
 Dec 2014 Delicate Daisies
Rj
Never figuring out what God wants from me
My father getting too angry and beating me
My mother will never say the words 'Your'e beautiful'
My child will be nothing at all like me
If I end up with a husband, he will turn out like my dad
Not getting into veterinary school
Not surviving past 18
Thanks for the idea! #myfears
This ride I'm on
Leads to the dump.
I, refuse that I am,
Refuse to jump.
I ride with
Peels of poor me,
Rinds of regret,
Scraps of resentment,
Empty bottles
Of pain
And emptiness.
I, Drunk.
I drank
For forgetfulness,
In misery and anger.
Refusing questions,
Not giving answers.
I don't need
To hitch a ride
To the human dump,
The soppy landfill.
At any stop
I can jump.
Jump,
And walk.
It's all in the choices we make.
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