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160 · Nov 2016
Dear Hunter,
Karah Wilson Nov 2016
10 months. It’s taken you 10 months to build me up and then tear me down. I don’t think you realize how much you made me fall for you. Your brown eyes that remind me of when we sat on the bench at our old school after the fair, laughing and kissing. Your smooth hands that remind me of when you stroked my hair at that church after the football game. And your unforgettable giggle that reminds me of how you smiled during our kisses at the playground where we’d run off to after the movie.
All of these details made it harder for me to hate you. I don’t know why you let go of me when I was still holding on with all of my strength. I’ve been to one of the greatest cities in America. I should have been happy. But instead I sat there thinking about how you promised me that one day we’d go together. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of you. I wish I could hear your voice and feel your touch, if only for a few seconds. I would be the happiest girl in the world.
I hope this isn’t the end of our story because I’ve always hated cliffhangers.
I still love you. I never stopped.
159 · Nov 2016
In Search of Friendship
Karah Wilson Nov 2016
I was walking down the street and encountered a man who lives in a box.
He stopped me and began to speak.
I pulled out my wallet to hand him some money.
He placed his hand on my arm and shook his head.
He told me that he had plenty of money,
But that he was poor in friendship.
157 · Nov 2016
Routines
Karah Wilson Nov 2016
You’re the best thing in my life and you can’t even remember me.
You’ve forgotten the way we used to be, yet I still go through the routine
Everyday.
152 · Nov 2016
Death has a Face
Karah Wilson Nov 2016
I stared at it right in the face.
I’ve heard it go by many names.
Night, reaper, death.
I’ve seen it in many forms.
But I never thought I would see it in your eyes
The night you said goodbye.
150 · Nov 2016
Death and Pain
Karah Wilson Nov 2016
I didn’t know death had a face
Until I felt the knife
Dig deeper into my back.
I didn’t know pain was death’s best friend
Until I felt my heart
Drop, drop, drop.
145 · Nov 2016
Stories of Love
Karah Wilson Nov 2016
When I read stories of people in love,
I always tried to play it out.
But when I met my lead,
All I wanted was to get out.
Karah Wilson Nov 2016
Even though you are not mine to hold, I still place you in my heart. Even though my time with you has come and gone, I would add more hours into the day if that meant I could talk to your soul once more. Even though I know I should move past the past, never forget when I loved you and how I still do. Even though life will pull us in different directions, I hope to keep you in mine. And even though you don’t love me as you once did, I am honored to have seen the stripped down parts of you that I did.

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