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Alexis Aug 2017
The way your looking at me like that,
Smirking oh so ****.
Your fingers tracing their way up my dress,
Exactly where they need to be.
Resisting the urge to beg,
But my body's saying differently.
You can see how bad I want you in my eyes,
You lit a fire that could only be put out one way....
Alexis Aug 2017
I'm the kind a girl that'll take hours to clean my room

and 15 minutes to destroy it

imagine what ill do to your heart
Alexis Aug 2017
Crying myself to sleep has become routine.
Warm, salty tears stream down my face more and more
while finding happiness is an endless journey when it comes down to what happiness even means to me.
I feel no purpose.
I feel no success in where I stand and I don't like my own reflection.
I am not sure how much longer I have before emptiness swallows me whole
and the taste of blood is bitter from biting my tongue for so long.
I am crying for myself,
For I am once, again, engulfed by darkness and can no longner stand on my bruised & beaten spirit.
I cannot lean on you,
I cannot lean on me because my worthless legs have given out from under me.
So,
I just let the warm salty tears fall on my open wounds in hope that one day they will heal.
Alexis Aug 2017
It was a moment when time seemed to stand still.
Your hands on my waist,
My hands lightly touching your shoulders. The moment I looked into that smile,
the smile that was so sincere and genuine.
That's when I felt a great amount of loss.
I was lost, in that smile, in those eyes, in that perfect moment.. with you.
I wanted to get lost and you devoured my heart & soul every chance you could,
Because
I was devouring you just as much,
and I was wasted on how good it felt to get lost with you,
That...
    i forgot everything else.
7•20•16
Alexis Jul 2017
The past will always be history, but I’ve neglected that my past is my history and denying its existence does not change the fact I lived it. For so long, I’ve been denying my past because I was afraid it was going to defy me but who I have pretended to be lately was everything I was denied in my past. By pretending to be something I’m not was denying me a future of happiness because I was denying who I was. I hid my flaws, and my faults, my struggle. I couldn’t love me because I didn’t know who I was, I am still learning who the person in the mirror is, but **** ill always be one of the realist people I know. Tonight I stop denying my past, so I can accept who I am. I can’t deny that person in the mirror anymore, I can’t deny my past.
Alexis Apr 2017
A girl who knows her beauty
is an unstoppable force
As the one who holds her head high
can see other perspectives.

A girl who needs to fake a frown to persuade her audience of sadness
is an unstoppable force
As the one who is never truly depressed
Is truly happy.

A girl who is in love
is an unstoppable force
As the one who believes that love will conquer all,
will conquer all.

A girl who has a broken heart
is a stoppable force
As the one who is betrayed of her innocence,
becomes corrupt.

A girl who questions her beauty
is a stoppable force
As the one who begins to hang her head low
will never see her own reflection.

A girl who has to fake a smile to persuade her audience of happiness
is an unstoppable force
As the one who hides her darkness,
protects others.

&

A girl who feels alone
is both unstoppable and stoppable
As the one who dances alone in the dark,

is numb.

— The End —