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You're a heartbeat that's fading, in and out..

We've been through this so many times now...


You've hurt me, you've hugged me, and we never say goodbye.

I wish you'd tell me why you're the one, whom
my mind has been focused on for the past twelve
hours.

Why'd you choose the spell devour when you
locked in our friendship?

Was I only ever your prey?

I guess you wanted it to always work; to stick well.

And it obviously has, since I'm inside an eggshell that has your pictures all around the wall that has me trapped inside; forcing me to dwell.

I'm writing this so that you'll know I'm not going to anymore.

I'll forget you eventually and it'll all be laid out on the floor.
I sink under the water
holding my breath until
I hear the thunder that
wakes me up and pulls
me out.

I grip my wash cloth as
I inhale steam, I'm burning.
Is it so bad that, this could be a movie?
Because it sure as hell feels like one.. ♥
My fingers touch the strings
everything's connecting
we're not strangers..
The title may seem odd, but for me this is about my guitar. I haven't played it in a while, and today as I did I was reminded why I began to in the first place. I used to always play when I was sad or happy, similar to the way I write poetry now. Maybe I will slip back into song writing. Who knows.
Oh, you want to talk?
It's been months now
I almost had forgotten
how you changed me,
                     *back then.
And I'm not letting you back in.
I'm tired of being your
- s e c o n d   c h o i c e -
you're always my first.
Right now I'm
outside looking
up at the sky
and I'm tired
of trying to
rhyme all
the time
everyone's
always
butting
into my life
it's as if they
want me to
be upset all the time?
one day I'm happy
the next day I'm not
but you know what
never changes?
Their screams that
spout from hatred.
Whatever happened
to telling me I could
accomplish greatness?
Because I'm tired of
waiting and chasing
while I'm complaining
as I'm suffocating beneath
your demands ****
I wish I'd just stand-
up to you.
When I hear your voice
my troubles melt away
and all the things that
were making me afraid
seem to stray.. but in the
back of my mind I'm
wondering if you *still
love me the same?
My heart
d r o p s
with the
bass as I
see you
drifting
a w a y
without
m e .
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