Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Johnnie Rae Sep 2012
I sit at this desk, pen in hand,
Trying to decode the riddles you've left,
trying to read the message no one else could crack,

Its not that simple you see,
this poetic mess of words you've made,
the emotion swallows me whole,
and throws me up again,
by the time I've read it all,
my eyes are puffy and red,
tears flow down my cheeks,
because this riddle you have left me,
is about all you wanted me to be,
all you wanted me to see,

I continue on in this world knowing,
that someone had big dreams for me,
whether i was set out to accomplish them or not,
someone still took the time,
to set out my destiny.
Johnnie Rae Sep 2012
I will admit,
I really wish, that I am the only one, to know the feel of your skin,
I really wish, I am the only one that knows the magic in your kiss,
I really wish that I was your first, and we made it all these years,
I really want, to **** anyone who has ever hurt you,
I really want for you to be here, with me wrapped in your warm embrace,
I really want,  for me to be the reason for that amazing smile on your face,
I really need, for you to hold me, and never let me go,
I really need this to work out for me,
I really need this to be real

And I really know, that it'll work out for us, because this my darling, is real love.
Johnnie Rae Sep 2012
Break the glass and watch it fall to the ground,
you can only put so many cracks in this fragile state of statue,
before it shatters like the heart you once had,

Let the emotion swallow you,
and pull you to the bottom of the ocean,
made of all the tears you ever cried, and all the lies you just couldn't hide,
the abyss of tragedy, has found its way into me,
they say if you stare into it too long, it stares into you, well darling, thats exactly what it'll do,
and it'll **** the life out of you,
leaving only guts and blood to remain,
no heart, no soul, no more emotion to burden you,
so go on, let the emotion swallow you whole, only for it to chew you up and spit you out,
half the woman you once were,

The glass has broken, and I think I've found the shards will remain,
in the very place from which they came,
my shattered heart will start to mend,
and I'll pick up and begin again
Johnnie Rae Sep 2012
That moment when you realize, life will never be the same,
I mean, *******, it feels as if you left just as fast as you came,
The reaction to you leaving me, I'll tell you it burnt me like the hottest flame,
I was so ashamed,
for having said all the things I said before your death,
but please, I beg, don't think I loved you any less,
Johnnie Rae Sep 2012
What you see is not always what you get,
sometimes things tend to sneak up on you in the end,
and leave you hollow and ****** in the very spot you stand,

Thats what you leaving did to me,
tore me up and left me to bleed,
and you're the one person I always said I'd never need,
God, why did you have to leave,
I find myself missing the little things,
like drawing up insulin and making you tea,
I miss the days where you were breathing,

I said I'd be strong, and thats what I'm doing,
no one else has to know I'm in ruins,
just box it all up and swallow the key,
hiding away all the pain and misery,
go on with life as you never left,
and just know I miss you, though you weren't the best.
once again, R.I.P grandma.. I'll probably have like 6 more tributes today.. i'm a bit of a mess, you see
Johnnie Rae Sep 2012
To my knowledge, death is the end,
but what if death is a place to begin again,
to start anew, with no remorse for whats done,

You may have left me the other day,
but in my heart you will stay,
for you have gone to a better place,
and I have to say its better this way,
for we are no longer causing eachother pain,
theres nothing left to loose, and no more to gain,
because you have left me, with hope resting in your place,
now that you're gone, i'll start back up again,
finish what I never started,
be a little less broken hearted,
and be strong for the one who once tried to knock me down,
I'll be strong for you,
because I know, its what you always wanted me to do.
R.I.P Grandma.
Johnnie Rae Sep 2012
Singing melodies of yesterday,
trying to forget all the pain I face,

My only remaining question is;

Do tears stain?
for I've filled this shirt,
with tears of misery,
and club soda is not a remedy,
for such tragedy
8.22.12
Next page