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 Nov 2014 Gwendolyn
r
her salt mine
 Nov 2014 Gwendolyn
r
she said she fell
for the drunk me -

well, i liked me
that way-better, too

how very sad
- but true

i'd drink again
if i knew i could -
if it would do any good

- to lick her sweat
one drop at a time
all along the jawline

- making her salt mine
one more time.

r ~ 11/15/15
 Nov 2014 Gwendolyn
blueh00d
I want to be a skinny teen
With thick and flowing hair
Crystal eyes, a great disguise
A beauty that is rare

So if my lungs may call for smoke
Or my stomach for a drink
My teeth so white, will hardly fight
To poison underneath

My bones will wrack with tremors
From the colored, candy pills
Mistaked to be, my laugh you see
Anything for ugly thrills

To feel the ice of tile
As I lay down on the floor
The ****** pounds, of thumping sounds
Is this what I'm searching for?
For you to think about

Always write what you feel
the pen, the paper and the steel

Feelings rapture on the page
Engraved forever, feel your rage

So let it flow angsty teen
Set it stone, always clean
Ty Laina
 Nov 2014 Gwendolyn
Wiser
Every time I look into his eyes,
I get paralyzed.
Every time I feel his touch,
I lose my breath.
When I feel his lips on mine,
I want to cry.
When I think of him,
I just want to die.
Whenever I touch him,
look at him,
Feel him,
I don't want to forget him.
When I am with him,
I feel like a body,
His body,
As my mind floats elsewhere.
I don't understand how he makes me feel.
I don't care how he makes me feel.
I'm the girl I've always hated.
I'm the girl in love.
I sink a little deeper
keep her close,
she keeps me
closer.
peeled me like
a citrus fruit
waiting to ooze
and digest
inside of you

— The End —