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charles Sep 2021
take me to the moon,

so you can melt inside my room,

my eyes are blurry,

slowly covered in everything,

that my loved ones couldn't say.

maybe some day i can say,

my soul is not the same,

as the one you saw before that day,

but I'll hold my breath anyways.
charles Sep 2021
if i could wear all your sorrows,

or swallow your pain.

if i could sell all your demons,

or set fire to your fear.

praying good things appear,

but you aren't here,

always falling in love with strangers,

addicted to anger,

attached to a bridge i can't jump over.

but it's crumbling beneath me,

bringing everything to nothing,

without reason or meaning,

but I'm missing your soul.

im ashamed i can't remember it,

only seeking help can ever fix this.
charles Sep 2021
sheets love-torn from a mattress,

you wore that t-shirt like a dress,

illuminated by the lights we hung,

on the floor, in our spot, you sung.

i know too much about heartache,

all that crying out my eyes and lungs,

but one thing i can't forget,

are the moments made from love.
charles Sep 2021
where hate ain't between us,

and my soul stands still,

from a sad seat of rust.

where seas of time stand rough,

when skins aren't just weapons,

just to justify us.

i can't see you in moonlight,

but i'll catch you in the rain.

only spoken words can keep me sane.
charles Sep 2021
im sinking slow,

i confide in a mattress,

with a drink and my soul.

i feel far from your heart,

can't commit to be heartless.

every sun is your sun,

every star was once ours,

now neither appear,

i'll never know who you are.
charles Sep 2021
i will show you all my words,

while my nerves grip my soul,

"seek away from" my addiction.

i will count the thoughts in your mind

forgetting all the times i tried,

to be someone golden in your eyes.

i will fall apart so naturally,

so i can feel amended,

so i can sleep at night,

so i can live my life,

the next time i'm in love.
charles Sep 2021
midmorningtexts,youstayedatmyplaceithoughtofyouatworkikissedyougo­odbyethenicriedonthehoodofacarwipingthwindowsicrackedjustabitjust­tolightacigarettebreathingouttoxicthingsiturnedintoandthetextslam­entingthesnowstormthatbroughtalossoflovebetweenus.
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