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olive Oct 2017
i have nothing to write
but i still type some lines
into a document
i'll forget over time
olive Oct 2017
her heart was paralyzed
and her hair growing thin
their love she idolized
left marks on her skin

she flushed all her pills
she trashed all her blades
but heartbreak still kills
and the pain never fades

she wanted all she could
and she gave it all she had
her intentions-- they were good
but she was just too sad
TRIGGER WARNING: s*lf-h*arm
olive Oct 2017
Such a little baby,
So green and so small,
Think of how crazy,
No one wants her at all.

Some say that she’s vile,
Some say that she’s cruel,
But all the while,
This just gives her more fuel.

Though all the things said,
The girl does not crack,
All this has led,
To a knife in her back!

They say that she’s wicked,
It’s chaos they’ve brought,
Her aura is livid,
Wicked’s something she’s not!

She is not all these things,
Her compassion shines true,
All the hurt that it brings,
Makes her look like a fool.

In a panic and a hurry,
Her whole life is changed,
The girl now must scurry,
In fear of being caged.

She runs and she flies,
To a place far away,
For herself now she cries,
She’s safe for the day.

No one is born wicked,
It’s something you become,
Though she’s been afflicted,
She is still full of love.
olive Oct 2017
she made every day sunny,
always in my head.
she soon became the reason
i should get out of bed.

she was the neon of the night,
and the cool clouds of the day.
she was the distance to the stars,
she was so far away.

i told her, “you’re beautiful.”
she didn’t hear me.
i looked at her with all of the love in the world,
she didn’t see.

i did these things in my head,
i never let her know.
i should not have kept so quiet,
now i have to let her go.
olive Oct 2017
can you stay here with me?
and lay in this bed,
your eyes that consume me,
and your heart in my head.

my mother is shaking,
can you stay here with me?
my heart is breaking,
and you have the key.

this is all i can be,
i am trying so hard.
can you stay here with me?
i want all that you are.

i’m sorry i’m sick,
i promise that i’m happy.
my skin is not thick,
can you stay here with me?
olive Oct 2017
i love the way you look
and i love the way you breathe
i love the way you watch
when i’m on your chest asleep

i love the way you talk
and i love the way you smile
i love the way you hold me
when i’ve not seen you for a while

i love the way you touch
and the way you look at me
i love every little bit of you
and i hope you never leave

— The End —