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amanda Oct 2020
we never crossed
the line that we drew in the sand

i just stood on my side,
staring at you on yours

and dropped my towel
i love that
you’ve seen me naked
amanda Oct 2020
so what if the needle
never drops

what if
we just keep spinning
around and around

so much potential

but never any sound
amanda Sep 2020
i always
respected
the kind of depression
that cut
into wrists
and arms

as i stood there
on a balcony

scared i might feel
the impact
i'm terrified
of physical pain
cause i'm a dainty lil thing

but some people
cut themselves
to deal with
their emotional pain,
and i think that makes them
stronger than they realize

unwell, yes.
but strong.

message me next time
you need to bleed out
on someone, please?
amanda Sep 2020
there’s this little pink canvas
between my legs

come

paint your name
all over it,
won’t you?
amanda Sep 2020
i don’t need
to ever touch
the moon

i just need to know
the moon resents the space
between us
like i do
he’s the moon
he’s the sun
he’s the ocean
he’s every metaphor
for intangible love
amanda Sep 2020
it’s unfortunate
that my favorite way
to feel love
is pressure between my legs

it’s unfortunate
that’s the only way
you can’t give it to me
amanda Sep 2020
you feel guilty
about occupying a space
in my life
that makes me hurt

i wish you understood
that you’re the only thing
in my life
that reminds me
that my heart can still beat
through stitches
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