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lulu Oct 2015
she's been trying to mend the wounds he
left behind since the day he said goodbye
and meant it.

she's been trying to come to grips with the
fact that the last thing she'll ever hear from
him is that he doesn't love her anymore.
(she says she's trying to mend her wounds but she's just reopening old ones and adding more.)
lulu Apr 2015
Listen closer, that’s not the sound of
his heartbeat you hear it’s only your own
echoing back to you, trying to remind you
that you don’t need him to keep you alive.
You’re going to be okay on your own.
- you don't need him. remember that.
  Apr 2015 lulu
Kitts
You tell me on facebook "ily, bby"
Not even taking the time to type it out...

You ask me constantly if I am going to leave
I lay in bed crying at night because you forget me

So many guys want to be in my life that it hurts...
It hurts that I have to break their trusting gaze

Because I'm looking towards you...
Looking, hoping praying that your love is true

When I met you I told you to call me Kitty or Blue
But instead you call me by my real name, something few people do

When we first got together we were hotter then fire and gasoline
Now we're barely a half empty lighter on a chain smoker

When did things fade away? When did things start to change?
When did you finally get sick of being with me?

You still tell me you love me... But I have to say it first...
Am I just a nuisance? Do I actually annoy you?

Tears fill my eyes as my feelings I compromise...
You are getting away with my ******

The ****** of my heart and soul, the flash in my eyes
I become the meekest child under your gaze

And I just no longer know what to do...
Because I fear I no longer love you...
lulu Apr 2015
You crashed us into a tree and
somehow managed to get yourself
out unscathed and you left me in
the rubble without so much as a
glance back over your shoulder.
I should have died right there- but
he dragged me out of the wreck and
brought me back to life- promising
not to let me slip again; promising
not to let go of me.
I should have picked up on the
little hints that he dropped that when
he left, he wasn’t going to be
coming back.
lulu Mar 2015
I have a permanent ache in my chest- and every time he talks to me it gets worse and worse. It's becoming more difficult to ignore. I used to be able to push it out of my thoughts and pretend I was okay but I don’t know how to do that any more. It’s like this emptiness is taking over every thought I have. I'm scared if I don’t get rid of him it will swallow me whole but at the same time I’m terrified that it will engulf me in darkness permanently if he’s gone.

It’s like he’s become both the life preserver and the tidal wave. Talking to him drags me to the bottom of the ocean and drowns me but at the same time somehow pulls me to the surface and pushes the oxygen back into my lungs.

I don’t know how to live with or without him.
I don't know how I feel about this one. It's a bit rough. Sorry, loves. I'll probably edit it later.
lulu Mar 2015
I've felt homesick all my life
and I've never known where home was.
lulu Jan 2015
I want to write...
but what?
It's not as though my veins spill ink
and lovely words-
although sometimes, I wish they would.
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