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Ivy Haegan May 2015
This is unhealthy, isn't it?
Depending on you like this...
I can't help it, though.
You save me over and over and over
And I know you must be tired
By now, who wouldn't be.
I try, I really do try...
But after ruthlessly trying,
Over and over and over,
I have to come back to you,
Crawling on my hands and knees,
Scraped, bruised, and bleeding.
I can only live through so many
Kicks to the head
And I'm sorry, so so sorry
That I lack the strength to end it
So I wont have to live through so many
Kicks to the head
And so that you'll never have to save me again
Ivy Haegan Apr 2015
I love you but I think I'm killing you slowly
Ivy Haegan Apr 2015
Don't try to save me
I'll only pull you down to hell with me
I'm toxic
Don't let me contaminate you, too
Because I'll fall for you
Every time
I can't stay away, I love you
But you,
You can get your distance
So please, please
I'm begging you to leave me
Sure, it'll break me
But I'm already broken, aren't I?
So really,
What's the harm in saving yourself?
For the boy who is trying to save me
Ivy Haegan Jan 2015
He said love
I heard lies
I murdered his words
Ivy Haegan Jan 2015
Broken people aren't good for anything
except breaking other people
Ivy Haegan Jan 2015
and his voice is melodic to me
captivatingly beautiful
like music
He's not the beautiful boy, but maybe someday he could be
Ivy Haegan Jan 2015
They say that when you lose an arm
Or a leg
Or a hand
Or a foot
You can still feel it there
That your brain is so used to having it there
That it can't conceive the fact that it's gone
So you still try to grasp for things
Before you you realize that you don't have a hand to grasp with

I'd always wondered how soul-crushing it must feel
To just forget it's not there anymore, because it still feels
so real, so there
And then have to be forced to realize all over again that it's gone

But you aren't there anymore
Half of my soul, of my body, of my heart, of me is with you
My heart is so used to having you there
That it can't conceive the fact that you're gone
I reach and you're not there

*You're My Phantom Limb
Dedicated to who used to be *my* beautiful boy
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