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Ginelle Jul 2019
our relationship is a rollercoaster i never want to get off of.
the rollercoaster escalates, our love blooms;
in the same movement, the rollercoaster dips
we fall, we crumble, we scream.
suddenly, it surges upwards
we hold hands, we laugh;
we drop,
the tunnel is dark.
i reach for your hand, but no one is there.
so i sit here in the shadows, waiting for the next jolt
on the rollercoaster ride i never want to get off of.
Ginelle Jul 2019
."My regrets look just like texts I shouldn't send."

My heart leaps at the connection of lyrics. My depression formulates.
Reality hits me all at once.

"I got neighbours, they're more like strangers; we could be friends."

I look deeply into myself. I'm aware that I'm hidden beneath a façade. Could they ever accept the real me? Would they still fancy me?

"I just need a way out of my head. I'll do anything for a way out of my head."

Forever hidden, my emotions remain. This melody brings my subconscious to the surface. My persona preventing the reality and potential felicitations;

My thoughts scatter.

Am I still worthy of their affections?
I'm drunk and I miss being poetic.
I miss Mac so much.
Ginelle Dec 2018
our relationship is a rollercoaster i never want to get off of.
the rollercoaster escalates, our love blooms;
in the same movement, the rollercoaster dips
we fall, we crumble, we scream.
suddenly, it surges upwards
we hold hands, we laugh;
we drop,
the tunnel is dark.
i reach for your hand, but no one is there.
so i sit here in the shadows, waiting for the next jolt
on the rollercoaster ride i never want to get off of.
I'm still working on this.
I'll always love him.
  Apr 2018 Ginelle
natalie
i used to love you sober.



               i've been high for days.
Ginelle Nov 2017
in those late, fragile hours
on those dark, desolate nights
my soul seems to wander the earth
searching for a heart that matches mine

if soulmates do exist
then it is true that my soul was cut in two;
Plato was not fallacious when he said the soul splits in two

once you caressed my hand in yours,
and our fingers intertwined
i knew that this was forever,
that we were forever,
when i saw my life in your eyes
*based on Plato's theory of soulmates.
Ginelle Sep 2017
the gentle kiss on the lips
the smell of hunger in your breath
the taste of hennessy on your tongue
my fingers tangled in your hair

.  .  .

your lips lingered against my neck
the time stood still;
i glanced into those gleaming, beautiful, chocolate brown eyes

.  .  .

i always wonder,
what if?
i try not to think about it a lot, but talking to you always brings the memories back.
Ginelle May 2017
Air
with every waking moment, the world around me intensifies
it feels like drowning
but drowning with every breath i take
every gasp of air, every moment i inhale
the lungs inside me collapse
"help!" my body screams
but only a small whimper
escapes my lips
being alive, being awake -- it feels like hell.
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