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 Mar 2016 Devin Lawrence
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Cheek bones
High and sharp
Press against your heart
Hold her close
She could slice you
Take your heart
But
She never draws
First blood
Work in progress
I recognize
this ground
laced with stones
and poisoned barbs
hike barefoot here
unafraid

a barren desert
feels like home
when there is nothing
to be lost or gained

I have been here
many times before
stripped down naked
in the noonday sun
watching vultures
wheel and dive

as I dangle
twist and spin
ever the enabler
enabling
There are some things,
that I've been keeping for too long in my heart:

I want to make you smile a lot.
I want to make you laugh a lot.
I want to kiss you a lot.
I want to to hold your hands
and I want to hold your waist
and I want to hold your gaze,
because your brown eyes are amazing
to stare at.
I want to tell you that you're beautiful
and make you blush.
I want to make you vulnerable
and hear you tell me sweet things -
I just want to hear you speak for an eternity.
I want you to be cozy in my arms
and I want you to tell me all your deepest desires,
I want you to be happy with me.

I want you a lot,
and I want to tell you that
I'm falling head over heels for your uniqueness,
cuteness,
elegance,
seriousness...
big brown eyes,
astonishingly cute little smile,
small innocent frame
and sublime voice.

My heart is overflowing
with strong feelings for you, dear -
I'm also longing to call you "baby".
-just being honest
Old age
a state of mind
when to that which is new
a man becomes blind
a body may age
but one thing I find
if you're still young at heart
your life's really shined
If you were a blanket
you'd be full enough
to keep the cold out,
& big,
& all encompassing;
wrapped to safe as safe can be.
There was so many things I wanted to say
So many things that got caught up in my throat
I almost thought I swallowed my jaw breaker
And forgot that you were simply just a heart breaker.

I didn’t think it would be that easy
For you to walk out the door
Next thing you know I was driving to somewhere
Where ever it was, I didn’t really care.

A drive to get my mind off of you
Everything you did and didn’t do.

There was so many things you said
It made it easy to put my head to bed,

Now here I am staring at my ceiling fan
Wishing you had taken a minute to give a ****.
the invisible weight
of blind transition
climbs my back
sits upon my shoulders
laughter goes silent
colors once vibrant
turn black and grey
I move in slow motion
every thought enslaved
every dream a nightmare
my monster has returned
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