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Great Pretender Apr 2018
18
18 years old
But what is there to live for?
Books and school
Hooking up with some tool
Don’t call me back,
I’d rather smoke a whole pack.
Pillow talk and snorting chalk
Chipped nails and looking pale
The years of our lives
Spent in ****** bar dives
No one gets what it means
Everyone’s obsessed with screens
Behind closed doors,
We’re all little ******.
Tongues pressed in cheeks,
Just give me a little peak.
****** bands and recycling beer cans
Run away with me, just know that it’s not free
But trust me it’s worth your time
Don’t you think that I’m a dime?
Sleeping in unwashed sheets
Let’s walk the midnight streets
We’ll be alright if you hold me tight
Funny thing is I’ll do it all over again tomorrow night
Great Pretender Apr 2018
The bruises on my knees
And the bruises on my sleeves
Why do they last so long?
It really seems so wrong
Perhaps it’s the pooling of blood
That leave stains of purple mud
Or maybe it’s the way you let me go.
Falling and falling
When will I learn
To walk a different route?
Great Pretender Apr 2018
I bought a pack of menthol cigs
Turns out that you hate my digs
I sparked one up to release the pain
But all I got was an act of vain
The first puff helped out
Can you please just shut your mouth?
Halfway done
How are you so dumb?
I’d prefer to share this with my mum
But here you are, can you not be such a ***?
Two-thirds in
I’d tape your mouth but that’d be a sin
Inhaling the relief
Can you believe, nails in my coffin
But at least I’ll be away from your stupid grin
Great Pretender Apr 2018
If I tell you the truth
Would you even care?
Talking with to you is like untangling my hair
Lost in your deep eyes
I can’t ever get my point across
I’m a fool for you, and you know it too
How much longer are you going to fuss?
Let’s accept it, we’re living to die,
Is it worth the pain?
Great Pretender Apr 2018
I watch, I pry
Why don’t you look me in the eye?
You just care about your hair
And your silly life
By now you should probably have a wife
But I came in with gentle strife
I know I’m on your mind
But don’t forget to be so kind
For you never know what you might find
Great Pretender Apr 2018
I crave your warm touch
But you give me a cold shoulder
Is that too much to ask for?
Just turn away and leave.
He did not look back
My heart did crack
But then again… who could love me?
Great Pretender Apr 2018
The girl next door
Seemed so pure
But she was writing her own death sentence
One after the other
She lied to her mother
About the deadly habit that burned her soul
Wrapped up pretty
White and gritty
The spongy tip knew her secrets
Her red lips pressed
Her lungs caressed
The ***** whisperings of the devil
Down she went
Her spirit sent
The final act of love
Right side up
Her fingers cupped
The luckiest one of all
She flicked the flame
Who was to blame
For the blackened feelings
That erased her meaning
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