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sophie Apr 2015
The flowers that grow
In my veins and in my stomach
Have started to match
The ones on you used to give me
I cut and I killed them
I couldn't live with their colors
An everyday reminder
Of all I have lost
sophie Apr 2015
dry bones
and ice skin
it's no wonder
you never learned to breathe
  Apr 2015 sophie
Aspen
you could tell me you
love me a million times
but without sincerity
it only feels like you're
choking me with
barbed wire
  Apr 2015 sophie
Steele
Tonight there is no moon
and the purple skyline
bleeds the color of my skin.
There is no wind.
There is no time.
There is no sin.
There is no moon.
Only those aching shades of blue,
and the ruptured veins within.
  Feb 2015 sophie
bcg poetry
"I'm too young to feel this empty."

"We all are."
  Feb 2015 sophie
bcg poetry
You never felt much.
You can turn your feelings for me off like flipping a switch.
You compartmentalize and focus on one task, while ignoring the other.

You forget about me, I know you do.

I feel everything.
Every word, every forgotten call, every missed message.
I feel everything.
And I can't turn off your blue eyes in the back of my mind.
I can't forget you, like you can forget me.

But that doesn't mean I don't spend every empty bottle trying.
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