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alex Sep 2020
you were hades
and i was persephone
and you offered me pomegranate seeds
in forms of flattery
and drugs
and promises
and, euphoria
i reveled in the hedonism that accompanied your underworld
but i was still a prisoner.
  Jul 2019 alex
Maka
You stabbed me repeatedly,
But when I finally walked away,
You were the one to cry betrayal.
alex Jul 2019
like bubble gum,
the sugar was gone
far too soon
and when the flavor left
you did too.
spit me out
tired and bored
you pursue other candy.
i’m sorry i couldn’t give you everything you deserved
alex Jul 2019
you would wound me
and inflict cuts so deep
i didn’t know if they’d ever heal
your words, lacerating.
but you would transfer heat through meetings of our mouths
and exchange sweat and flames
in return for skin on skin.
and you would start fires
that sparked from my fevered anger
and, lust.
but your attempt to cauterize my wounds didn’t work
because they became infected,
and i let you go.
cau·ter·ize: burn the skin or flesh of (a wound) with a heated instrument or caustic substance, typically to stop bleeding or prevent the wound from becoming infected.
alex Jul 2019
the last time i allowed myself
to cry over you,
to hurt because of you,
was when things ended,
when the cuts were fresh
and the blood hadn’t clotted
that’s it.
you can’t rub salt in a scab.
my wounds have healed.
you didn’t leave me broken,
you left me numb
which is just as dangerous.
stop dredging up the past
digging up graves at 2 am
you and your friends,
the tomb raiders.
there’s nothing there
but scattered remains
and dust.
i hope you know,
that april 5, 1 am
was the last time i gave a ****.
alex May 2018
You want me to wait on you?
Is that it?
You want me to wait on you to make a decision
While I cave in on myself?
While I self destruct?
How long will it take?
Eternity?
Don’t ask me to do that.
Because you know I will.
Send love my way and let me go.
Let me ride my wave of sadness until I reach its shore.
And let me forget you.
alex Mar 2018
It's 2 am
And my vision is blurry
And the cars outside sound like waves.
And as I sit on the white tiled floor of my bathroom.
I can't remember
If I love you
Or if I'm lonely.
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