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Kelly Lutz Dec 2010
I will write to you
Every single day
Until someone breaks my fingers
Making me useless

If that happens
I will sing to you
Every single day
Until someone stuffs cotton in my mouth
Making me mute

But even then
I will look after you
Every single day
Until someone blackens my eyes
Making me blind

Even then
I will love you
Every single day
Until someone shoots me
Making me lifeless
Kelly Lutz Dec 2010
Caution tape and stop signs
Can't slow us down now
The dog laps up your cold sweat
On a Saturday morning
That rainy Saturday morning
When you forgot to call
I've stayed in this room for so long
Probably because the couch is more comforting
Than your bed
The thunder is making the windows rattle
And my feet have gone numb
The coffee is lukewarm in it's ***
Yet nobody is home
And the clock's ticking is driving me mad
Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tock.
Jump back to another day
Another time
Another place
And we'd all be singing
But instead we wait
And wait
For something different to happen
Something magnificent
But you and I both know
I'ts too late
We're in a puddle
And I can't find the umbrella
Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Tock.
Kelly Lutz Nov 2010
I don't ask you how your day is
Because it's probably better than mine
So usually I wait for you to ask how mine is
So I can finally cry
And be vulnerable for once

My shoes can never stay tied
And they don't make jeans with short enough legs
So my pants are always ripped at the bottom
Mom shrunk my favorite sweater
So now I don't even bother wearing nice things
Or washing my car
It'll just get ***** again, anyway
That's not to say I don't shower
Hygiene is still an important factor

I wish I had a typewriter
So I could pretend to be fancy and old fashioned
I would write stories and make that little "Bing" sound every time the paper moved down a line

Why is it we always want what we don't have?
It's like we never have enough in this world
Are we selfish or is it just that need for a new adventure?

All I really know anymore is
Even if you think you are having the worst day ever
There is always someone out there
Who is having it much worse
Kelly Lutz Nov 2010
Bruised hands
Sweaty brow
***** skin
Blistered feet
Tired eyes
Broken fingernails
Chipped teeth
Dry lips
Swollen tongue
Scratched legs
Ripped jeans
Stained shirt
Messy hair
Runny nose
Empty stomach
Poor thing,
Didn't you know?
You are never
Ever
Supposed to fall in love
With a train wreck.
Kelly Lutz Nov 2010
Absence makes the heart grow fonder indeed
Never before have I been more in love with an idea
The idea of you and me
The idea of us
It hasn't crossed my mind in a very long time
But now?
I'd love to wrap it around me
Like a blanket
And kiss Future on the lips
I wonder what it tastes like
Too sweet? Too salty?
Never before have I been more in love with an idea.
Kelly Lutz Nov 2010
When was the last time I had coffee?
Can't recall, which isn't a good sign
Survival is crucial, and to survive, one simply needs caffeine
This world today is so cut-throat
Are you sure you're ready to step outside that door?
Did you remember your jacket? Did you pack enough socks?
Reading a book on a rainy day used to be convenient
Now I want to read to stay out of the sun
Skin cancer is a terrible thing you know
Drinking to get drunk is only fun in public
Do it alone, and you'll be crying in your room over sweet nostalgia
It's too easy to get distracted from your goals anymore
So many ******* curve ***** coming at you in every direction
Spinning you to face another door
Will you go in? Is it really worth it?
You'll never know until you try
I for one like my coffee blended
Kelly Lutz Nov 2010
Can't. Stop. Thinking. About. You.
Perhaps a lobotomy is in order.
You shouldn't be on my mind this much.
Nobody should.
I should know better than to think.
Hope.
That I'm on your mind even a little bit.
When leaving your presence,
I often find that I'm grinning like a fool.
Heart beating fast.
Occasionally blushing a little.
Trying to think of what was just said.
And if I said anything terribly stupid.
Haven't felt like this in years.
Am I really so naive?
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