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awkwardly,
you are now a secret subject I can't talk about,
because if anyone ever knew
- you are what inspires me -
they'd question my sanity
In the end of it all I was there for you,
I caught you just on the edge...
But your starting to fall again,
I don't want to watch, but my eyes are staying open...
I will throw down my hand to try and save you,
This is our last chance at your life...
Lets not take any risks,
This is no time to gamble or play games...
Just take my hand, and let us live until the day,
The day we die...
But it wont be over there,
We can be rejoined in the sky...
Like the clouds touch the blue
Ill be here with you.
 Dec 2014 julissa garcia
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
 Dec 2014 julissa garcia
Amanda
In my arms, you belong
but you are so far away.
Tell me: what would you do
if all I asked of you
was to stay.
we're all addicted to secret killers wether it be cigarettes you stole from your mothers purse or alcohol you found it the garage or that boy who swore would never leave you, maybe those anti depressants at the bottom of your backpack or the razor blades you hide between the pages of your books. but baby the cigarettes will burn away the boy will leave even after promising he wouldn't, and sooner or later we all find our way to the bottom of the bottle and my dear the only happiness that will never die away is the kind you give yourself.
I want to make you smile and I want to make you ***.
I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing.
I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head.
I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed. 
I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back.
I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me.
I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning.
I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse. 
I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you.
I want to to feel you in my heart and I want to feel me inside of you. 
I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream. 
I want to still be able to taste you in the morning.
I want you in every form.
i want you
to want to
tangle your fingers
in my dark curls

i want you
to want to
trace my lips
with your fingertips

i want you
to want to
kiss my neck
stroke my *******

i want you
to want to
turn me on
take me home

i want you
to want to
want me
in every way
© Cassie Mae Writings 2011
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