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M B Scearce Oct 2013
i can't help but think
of the time i skipped school to see you.
i had just gotten back from
my classes new york trip --
three days without seeing you
i thought i was going to die.
                                                            ­              (how little i knew that you
would **** me sooner)

speeding down the highway
of dazed workers
how unaware they were
of the insanity that you put
sparkling in my eyes
the sooner i saw you
the happier i'd be.

we embraced for what felt like
the whole time we had been together--
exactly a month and 7 days--
but it wasn't long enough
and that was the day you first kissed me
to midnight city by M83
in the mall parking lot
i wanted nothing more that day
than to be with you forever.
                                                        ­           (but forever never found us)
M B Scearce Oct 2013
i can't forget you
you make it seemingly impossible
with the sudden replies
and pop up visits.
"your scars have faded"
you remark
unaware of how those lips
that forms those words from your liar's mouth
can't be true
because if you looked closely
you would see the new scars
forming on my no longer sacred flesh.
and there are certain things
that i can no longer hide
such as those dark monsters lurking in my closet
and how sometimes i just wish
they'd take me with them when they leave.

— The End —