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 Aug 2015 Jess F
Claire Elizabeth
We kissed to The 1975
Tangled in the bed comforter
I can still feel my lips around your tongue
You hand on my leg
Kneading it with contained need
My fingers brushed your belt buckle
I drew away and rested it on your hip
Your knee was between my legs
My thigh was between yours
Good thing your room was cold
I could feel my cheeks getting red and hot
My lipstick wore off on your neck
Around the bruises I left
Afterwards we just laid there and breathed
In
Out
In
Out
Inhaling each others exhale
We are going to do great things
You kissed the raspberry sorbet off of my worn mouth
Then led me out to my car
Smiled
And melted my heart
I hung out all day with my babe. I'm kind of nervous for the results of this poem....
i’m seeing the 1975 tonight without you and i am thinking of all the times we talked about this, how i’d buy you a concert ticket if you bought a plane ticket and you said ‘you don’t understand how perfect that would be’ but i do i ******* do and now i have to trust myself not to get lost in the cheering crowd of the mosh pit without your arms there to pull me to safety.
sunday 11th january '15 ~ you sent me a snapchat this morning and i don't know if it was a mistake or not
 Aug 2015 Jess F
Josh Allen
let's build a real cool fort and turn on the 1975 while we make out.
 Aug 2015 Jess F
Matthew Walsh
I saw you the other day
but you didn't notice me
when life becomes more
then you thought it was

Into and through your eyes
weaving in and out
all eyes on the road you said
all eyes on the road again

I couldn't imagine ever going at it
all alone without you
and now my numbers are down to one
face your fears you said,  stand tall
STAND TALL

We can all just smile now
the figure head has gone
temper and relief
in dreamland

I choose the unknown
I'll walk the path with blind eye
my love, my love
I left you to the void
I left you for dead
Now it is i
I am dead inside
I am sorry
it means little to nothing
but I am so very sorry
The wind is so big.
It forces so much to move
Ever so gently.
 Aug 2015 Jess F
mia
i used to.
 Aug 2015 Jess F
mia
i used to write poems about my love for you,
and now,
i write poems about the pain of losing you.
i used to be somewhat happy,
and now,
i cry myself to sleep every ******* night.
i used to spend every second of every day talking to you,
and now,
i spend every second of everyday hoping and wishing you will text me.
**you were the reason for my happiness,
and now,
you are the reason for my sadness.
i feel like this is such a ****** piece but *******, i miss him.
 Aug 2015 Jess F
Matthew Walsh
Envy
 Aug 2015 Jess F
Matthew Walsh
Thought I saw it coming
it seemed so clean
like spoiled heads
Thought I knew you

Torn from the root
we polish our sores
we let them play
we turn over in envy

Im writhing in envy

I want to come in
I want to see your side
I want to live
like humans do
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