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isn't it funny
how one day you're here
but the next you're gone
how one day you're my rock
but the next you're like sand
isn't it funny
people are fun
 Jun 2018 justine grace
luci
june reminds me of

the calm before a storm
& the calm soft of your fingers
wisps of smoke out the window
shivers on my legs after the river
watching bokeh headlights
with dreamy eyes & a violet sky
cold sheets & loud fans at night
soaked shoes through the sprinklers
vaseline on my lips that i passed onto yours
the ivory scent of your laugh that still lingers

it reminds me of worldly things that now seem out of world
it reminds me of a past yet awaiting life
a blurry memory of who i am
it reminds me of you
 Jun 2018 justine grace
Sara
I can live without you.
In fact, I might be happy to
sit and eat ice-cream all alone,
whilst basking in a sunlit dawn-
a wonderland for one.
Short and sweet


Trans. ALONE IN THE SUN
 Jun 2018 justine grace
honey
Asleep on the phone,
The other end is quiet,
The rustle of sheets and soft snoring,
That alone is enough to lull me.
I miss you
 Jun 2018 justine grace
Gene
what do you call that hurt you feel that is less than a heartbreak?
you know the one that you can't categorize as heart wrecking pain but still makes you want to rip your heart out?

the one that makes your heart hurt just enough so that you can still carry on with your daily life
but still enough to keep you up at night

it's like a cut that will not make you bleed
but will still leave a scar
it will scar and remind you of someone

someone who showed interest
someone who caught you off guard
someone who made your heart flutter

someone who keeps you up at night thinking about the endless what ifs

what if you had given it more time?

would the cut be deep enough to bleed?
060418
i havent been here for a long time. hi there. i wrote this yesterday, minutes before midnight. i had the worst headache plus my sinuses(?) were failing me. despite all that,, these thoughts were the ones that kept me up. i havent written anything for so long, this isnt something im proud of.

these are just my raw thoughts and questions. i didn't know what to do with them, so i just wrote them down my notepad and brought them here in the hopes that maybe you too can relate. so here it is, this is for anyone who is hurting but still functioning bc the wound wasn't deep enough.

the wound didn't need time to grieve or heal or move on. it's just there like a mosquito bite that you scratched.
What is she
That girl you see
In those silly dreams
She is what she seems

She is heartbreak
Heart ache
Crazy head
An empty bed

She is sleepless nights
She is love that bites
She is your dreams
Exactly as it seems

She is good times
And bad rhymes
She is the blast
From your past

The reason you wake
The reason you must fake
A smile
For a while

She isn't your here
And that's your fear
She isn't your now
And you don't know how

You will go on
Hang on
Or
Be on

But you do know this
Every day you miss

What she was
Your buzz

And what she is

Your hug
Your kiss
Your heart
Your soul

Your warmth
Your decisions
Your future
And your world

That's what she is
Mine
 Jun 2018 justine grace
Eleanor
I have a tsunami of tears behind my eyes
But only one slides down my cheek

Warm and salty
Like the dead sea
The dead sea
What a name
That so aptly represents
my tear

That singular soul
Crosses it’s world alone
Fighting through makeup
To hide my imperfections
I empathise with
my tear
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