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Faith Mar 2014
I think reality needs to sink her sharp teeth into your skin.
I think it's time that someone taught you how it feels
to be a clock that doesn't move.
A predator that can't prey; a victim that gets away relentlessly.
I've asked to be spared, but you have no remorse for me.
I'm just another prisoner to the sick chambers known as your heart.
Hear me,
whenever the seconds begin to come alive again,
you will do nothing more.
The predator will begin to hunt,
and the victim, you, will be trapped.
Faith Mar 2014
We are two separate puzzles,
with completely different pieces.
But it's almost as if
all the colours are the exact same.
So I play my pieces on yours,
and find a way to become beautiful
once again.

We were loose at the corners,
but we held on for dear life,
and we melted into something new altogether.
I've stopped waiting to be rescued,
and I'm letting you,
instead,
kidnap me.
You tell me, "okay."
And I've learned that maybe your okay will be our forever.

So I shut my mouth,
and rest my head in the crook of your shoulder.
I love you.
Faith Mar 2014
with every single touch you give me,
my whole earth shakes violently.
they tell me to be strong,
but **** strength.
i want to be known as weak under your wing,
and crazy for your flights.
i'm the one who will wait for the decision you can't make.
you can run to me.
you can even crawl to me
if that's what you're into.
i want to be two steps behind you at all times,
or maybe in equal perimeter.
Faith Mar 2014
a chair with 5 legs
beckons out to me,
and i wonder if you've ever
sat upon it.

a table with 4 legs
screams my name,
and i wonder if your back
has ever arched on it.

then i remember..
i'm in a doctors' office,
and you weren't
into public display of affection.
Faith Mar 2014
His tiny hands
reached up to touch
the his new mother,
and she cooed
at him with
a love that no one
could ever take away.
Faith Mar 2014
i think it was the way
your hands
suffocated me.
or maybe it was the way
your bones would crush
against my own.
a broken fragment
of your soul
could slice me open in seconds.

it was beautiful.
oh,
so beautiful
Faith Mar 2014
"you're like an earthquake
making cracks in the earths crust,
and i'm in the aftershock"

and i cried.
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