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 Apr 2014 Eliot York
Mia Eugenia
I still ******* love you
And I don't know what to do about it
Because whenever I start to forget
The sound of Mosquitos
Reminds me of all the whispers
I bet you don't even remember what you said to me
What you promised to me
I don't expect that from you
Monkeys could see what you were doing to me
But I guess my inferiority got to me
And I let it slide
But if strangers tell me to stay away
Should I listen?
You don't even make an effort anymore
So why should I?
Why do I still feel the need to tell you everything
Because it's occurred to me that I don't know you
I don't know if I ever did
But I know that this person you've become
The hallow person
Isn't who I wanted
And I'm a horrible person for saying that
Maybe now that nothing is clouding your judgment
You've realized you can do better
Or admitted that I can
But you were never the kind to admit defeat
There was a time that I couldn't picture my life without you
I cried to you not to go
Not to change
Not to leave me all alone
But now the best thing you can do for me
Is to never speak to me again
I never wanted to be this person
I never wanted to give up on you
But you've given me no choice
Wherever you are
Stay there
Don't come looking for me
Because there is nothing left here
For you to find
I need you to love me like I'm wounded
In the darkness of my insecurities
hold me, kiss me, touch me,
fill my hollow organs with the shadows of your light.
Some people are so easily convinced by others
with simple, fluttering eyelashes
Thoughts put to words.
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
Justin Mark
A washed in unabashed cynicism
Eyes fluttering around batting once at prospective ideals
We've lost our wild
We've gained our security
Was it worth it?
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
Zul
Boy
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
Zul
Boy
Here he is
on the swiveling chair
thinking about someone
who would eventually care

There he is;
concealed by the book cover
seeking refuge
in tales and fables,
the words started to hover
I will rip open
the scared flesh
on my back
and show you
every
single
one
of my vertebra
I
am not
Spineless.
 Apr 2014 Eliot York
Colin Anhut
Some
times I
fear
castration
is the
only way
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