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Nicole Feb 2016
I am hopeless.

stuck.

between love and lust.

And you

are the object of my desires.

sadness, my dear

I cry these tears

only for you.

Our bodies

intertwined

in a dance of sin.

Your words

entice me

as the drugs

and alcohol

begin to kick in.

My mind

is your playground.

My body,

is yours to break down.

I am falling

but you

are always there to catch me.
Nicole Feb 2016
My legs
can't lift the weight of my body
for there are ropes
wrapped around my feet
holding them to the ground,
trying to pull them down deep.

And my shoulders
hang low
because the weight upon my head
and my chest
keeps me closer to the ground
where hell is found.

And my eyes
are sinking in
because of the weights placed in their sockets
to keep any smiles from popping
onto my lips.

I'm trying to survive my own apocalypse
but every day
more weight is added.
to my head,
my chest,
my eyes.
And I'm afraid it will be my demise.

Getting closer and closer
to the ground,
I'll be in hell now,
or maybe somewhere in between.
  Feb 2016 Nicole
MS Lim
From a broken heart
tears will fall to water
the garden of love
that someone will come to  be your lover.

If the sorrows of love
you never did know
how would you taste that ecstasy
when love its splendour doth show?
* inspired by a statement of Nicole, a fellow-writer in HP
Nicole Feb 2016
I try to turn up the noise of my headphones

even when they have no music.

Because even the deafening silence

is better than the screams

that come from my demons within.

and my veins itch

so I wish to take a knife to my skin

and cut down deep

to soothe their incessant worrying.
She faded into the shadows
        of the love
             she wished she could forget
She solemnly swore
        to drown herself
               in the memory of her regret
Her eyes burned at the sight
         of the lost love
             she'd erased years ago
Her thoughts wondered
         and traveled to places
               she never meant to go
Life attacked her before
         she was even ready
                to feel the pain
Love forced her into the storm
         before she'd even
                 experienced **the rain
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