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All that I want now
is to watch you fall apart
to hear you cry yourself to sleep
to know that someone broke your heart

All that I want now
is for you to lie awake
and miss someone so much
that it makes your whole heart ache

All that I want now
is for you to call my phone
so that I can press ignore
like you did when I was alone

All that I want now
is to kick you in the nuts
and punch your ******* face
cause I truly hate your guts
When you get brutally dumped.
She was called the queen of the night life
Ruling the district of bright light
Where wealth and beauty was well rife
She had the worst kind of man in her sight

Her fortune was all he desired
He had another woman on the side
And for this the gun shots were fired
In a duel that's heard of worldwide

He felt oh so mighty proud
As he watched them fight for his hand
They pulled guns in front of a big crowd
But it didn't go as it was planned

Instead of one madam left as a winner
A bullet grazed his own throat
The punishment for being a sinner
Who failed to one woman devote
Mattie Silks was a madam who was in the first female duel in the wild west. She accidently shot the man they dueled about.
The brightest of moons is shining over us
as we take one hundred steps
towards the home of
the philosopher
the musician
the painter
the fishes
the spider

The coldest of winds  is blowing at us
as we are smoking on the balcony
while pondering over
the French man
the plastic bag
the pink book
the city lights
the voyeurs

The greatest of poems are being read by us
as we are drinking wine and juice
while carefully listening to
the repetitive Mexicans
the 5 dollar ******
the thin white duke
the cocktail songs
the local hero

The smell of an old man hits us
as we tumble around in bed
awkwardly discussing
the big soft hands
the great lips
the poetry
the desire
the lust

The sound of the alarm interrupts us
as we are finally face to face
forcing us to stop
the spooning
the laughing
the touching
the kissing
the night
I'd rather be alone forever
than wasting my life
comparing people
to you
I only have two goals in life
to get
to you
or to get
over you
I fumble around in this caliginous den
There's a light up there
If I just climb up this wall
I'll be free
My finger nails are bleeding
I leave scratch marks on the walls
My whole body is aching
As I'm trying my best
To get out of this hole
I'm getting closer
I can feel the air getting thinner
It's easier to breathe
I'm reaching for the edge
Almost there
Suddenly
The two of you appear
You're smiling
She's smiling
I feel the sole of your shoe
As you're kicking me in the face
And I fall
Down
Instantly
I hit the ground
The light burns out
The darkness surrounds me
I am trapped
In this den
And I can't find the strength to climb up these walls again
When you're trying to get over your ex and all of a sudden you see a picture of him and his new love, and all the strength you've built up is instantly taken away from you.
Hyperventilation
Depleting frustration
Suffocation
A painful sensation
Desperation
Without moderation
Devastation
Eternal damnation
Deprivation
Emotional mutilation
Derealization
Fear escalation
Depersonalization
Self extermination
This kind of sums up my feelings during a panic attack.
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