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No, stop, you don't understand
The words spill my voice is shrill but still I reach for your hand
I know what I am but you are my plan please I demand
Try to understand
I feel like a monster
I broke your heart for what I am
And for what it's worth I hate myself for hurting you
I love you that won't change; its the itch I can't scratch
The urges I get when I think of my prey
I don't mean to hurt you or lead you astray
All I ever wanted is what I'm too scared to have
You're the man I hold in my sleep while I devour girls in my dreams please
Forgive me I'm so sorry
It's killing me too
 Sep 2016 Finley in Despair
Jeni
I love the costume you wear
Discounted and undervalued
But I see it for its true colors
It's a method, a mood, a mystery
How after so much pain
You're still here somehow, and smiling.

I love the costume you wear
Ocean blue sadness
Veiled by the violet warmth of your acceptance
Indescribably beautiful melancholy
Like the sunrise I watched today
The night wistfully accepting the inevitable morning
Knowing that midnight's velvet comfort will once again return.

I love the costume you wear
But I wish you wouldn't hide your true colors within
Its fierce red curtained folds
Or behind those miserably memorized monologues that just don't ring true
It's like you've got stage fright but
The stage is yourself.

I love the costume you wear
But come with me
And let's dance until the pain glows like the sun and becomes beautiful
Until the moon lights your way and you are no longer afraid
Until the wind takes your hand and you can release the curtain and let go
Until you can drop the script and let your words fly like birds, of their own accord
And until you can embrace the world
With only your heart, your smile, and yourself
And dance beyond it all, freely.
Woke up this morning with this on my mind
 Sep 2016 Finley in Despair
Lily
No more worries, no heartaches.
You let it go and it's okay
Let's just put it this way,
the sea is too big for only one fish and who knows?
Maybe you'll catch a much bigger one next time!
So regret this action a little, or for a bit,
or for a while,
but not for the rest of your life.
The tears dried long ago
We've both moved on
Isn't that so?
Lives intertwined
Together but apart
The love never could
Or would leave the heart

No good looking back
What can never be
You just go on
Struggling to see
What's over the rainbow
Thankful for the past
You just go on
Much of it chance

There is no end
No permanent goodbye
You do your best
Maybe tremble and sigh
We both have moved on
The tears have dried
It's not about what could have been
But what used to be
I don't look back in anger
Rather misery
What were the good old days
Were not meant to be
Not something you shrug off
You're never free of the memory
Of what we used to do
When it was good for me
But apparently not for her
Wish I could let it be

Where to I go to get back my heart?
I'm now now so alone
Mystified at my misfortune
Alone at home
Nursing this invisible scar
That taunts and haunts me

I liked everything about her
That's what did me in
Gave it all I had
I was in it to win
I've got mementos
To remind me of my love so sure
They need to disappear
Like me into other arms
In a love that's pure
I know you're tired of cliches.
I think about that when the sky flush's red and I wish you could see it too.
I don't wish although to tire your eyes with evanescing pigments, but I do desire to enchant you with anything I can find. When my neighbourhood is furnished scarlet, and leaves cascade with gentle pushes of the wind, I want to ask you if the world feels like a home to you. Is that a cliche too?
I wonder if you feel your skin change with the seasons. I wonder if you run you fingers along the grooves of a leaf and try to feel your own chemical changes as the months go by. Do you admire Its splendour? Do you admire your own splendour?
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