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 Jan 2014 Avegail Marie
Sari Sups
There is no real date
To know when I had loved you
And there is no fear and limit
For the things you'd say, I’d do.

I'd swim against currents
And drown in tides fathoms deep.
I’d climb the highest mountain
And jump when you say, “Leap.”

I’d break the largest mirror
And walk on its shattered glass.
I’d run around the earth a thousand times,
Just to make us last.

I’d fly a plane through a storm,
Never stop until it’s through.
Yes I would do this all,
So you would love me too.
SO I TRIED SOMETHING NEW.
and I think I'm failing at it </3
Sorry :((
 Jan 2014 Avegail Marie
Evynne
My head was rested on your chest
Your fingers intertwined in mine
Everything seemed normal again
But we were far from it
You weren't mine and I wasn't yours
We talked for hours
It was so hard to be that close to you but still know
That I did not have you
I wanted you to be mine again
I wanted the world to make sense again

You knew it would be my last moment there
You walked me out and kissed me goodbye
I didn't want to believe that this was going to be my
Last time kissing you
I got in my car and drove away
I drove away for the last time
 Jan 2014 Avegail Marie
A
"Girls shouldn't smoke"
I'm sorry sir, say that again?
Tell that to the 15 year old hispanic girl who sold her virtue under the guidance of the traffic lights to pay off her mother's cancer bills.
Tell that to the wife of a man who
beat
beat
beats her, because some nights she refuses to kneel at his supposed genital altar and confess her sins.
Tell that to the girl who has spent 6 months carving her home address into her forearms,  hoping that her Mum would smell the rust and come and rescue her.
Tell that to the girl who was stolenshackleddruggedsold under the consent of her father who used her body as a paycheck to settle his blackjack debt.
To the lonely girl. The ugly girl. The fat girl. The anorexic girl.  The bulimic girl.  The girl.
"Girls shouldn't smoke."
Tell that to the women who find their prayers in the daily grace that is, nicotine.
Just like men do.
 Jan 2014 Avegail Marie
Fel
Secrets
 Jan 2014 Avegail Marie
Fel
No one can tell
I hide my secrets well
Deep inside
It's where they hide
My demons, my ghosts
In a place where no one can boast
I try to make myself feel better
But the tears make my cheeks wetter
And then my sighs
Not heard in the middle of the nights
They echo my frustration
The result of deep contemplation
I want no one to see
My insecurities
And they make me sad
More than that, they make me mad
Why am I this way?
And why can't I say?
I'm afraid of what they think
And so I sink
Deeper, deeper in my thoughts
Away from all, because I have lots
Of things to say
But I hide away
I build up my walls
I cringe when they fall
I don't want your help
You don't know what I've felt
But I wish I could tell
You know I don't feel well
Not in my mind, nor in my heart
Hiding it's the hardest part

**It's hard to be my own cheerleader
I was born by your love
raised on your word
so why now
do I find it all so absurd?
when I fall astray
does your love fade away?
if I'm doomed to damnation
do you put forth the concentration
to bring this sinner salvation?

— The End —