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It all happened so fast
I turned my back and you were gone
A moment in time I can never get back
a moment I can never change
You did nothing wrong, it wasn't your fault
you waited until the light turned red.
He thought he could make it
but he failed
he hit you so hard, paramedics said it was instantaneous
but I don't believe, I can see the the pain in your eyes each time I close mine
you did nothing wrong
it wasn't your fault
now your gone
my best friend
x
R.I.P
Will we know,
When we say goodbye,
That it is goodbye?
Or will it be just like any other day
Saying goodbye
Thinking I know
That I will see your face again
When I won’t
When I’ll never hear your voice again
And you’ll never hear mine
Will we know
When everything we are stops existing?
Will we know?
 May 2014 Juniper Deel
Raw words
I stare out the window wishing you'll come walking 
around that wall
Where are you 
For a short time I felt secure with you 
Did I do something to deserve the blank numb stares I give outside?
I'm obsessed and down at the same time 
Wishing non stop every minute of the days that pass for you to come back 
My heart is wrenched and slowly breaking 
Turning kneads into bitter broken leaves 
My poetry is sad
You're the one I want please be who I hope and who I was so sure of that you'd be 
I feel you watching me 
I'm sure you're not 
I promise I think he's my love 
Another husband? 
No. Security is what I felt 
I didn't question it 
he is it 
There I go looking out that window again
Come sit and wait for me like you once did 
Come see the rainbow after the storm the way you did 
Come snuggle my cheeks the way you once did 
Come lay with me tell me how amazing it feels to just be together 
Why did I ruin it
Alcohol 
It ruins more than livers
I can't walk anywhere without you in my front mind
I can't walk for myself without you 
I'm walking with the blues I have for you 
Looking again 
Is it him 
I'm obsessed.
"I don't know" was the most
honest answer I ever gave,
when asked why I sought oblivion in a bottle.

Today I know why, I have a "God sized hole" in me,
which makes me thirsty to fill it with anything or anyone.
But that hole can only be filled by a loving Power,
a God of my own understanding.

I am not sure what God's will for me is sometimes,
but it sure isn't drinking myself to death in a basement.

I don't know if I really helped someone today,
but all I could do was share my experience
and i feel a little more free and connected.

This great unknowing is taking root
and making room for me to grow.
 May 2014 Juniper Deel
meg
there's 6 types of sadness:
1) the break in your heart when your high school love says he doesn't love you anymore and that he found someone new that's better than you
2) the 4 am feeling of loneliness when you realize nobody is ever really there when you need it the very most
3) the shaky feeling that runs through your spine when all you crave is a blade and to see crimson run down your thigh
4) the realization that your teenage years are drifting away from you because a boy ruined everything you've ever loved including yourself
5) the agony in the pit of your stomach from that one time in 8th grade when mommy told you she hated you and that she wanted to **** you
6) the shame and stupidity you feel when you run your fingertips across your textured skin from that time in 7th grade when your friend convinced you that a blade was a good release which led to your rapid downfall and you not having the ability to live without it running across your skin
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