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Kiah Griffin Apr 2015
the awkward part is

sleeping without your breathing leaves me lost in the dark.

close to weeping with slient heaving i shut my eyes hard.

the opposite of feeling, barely seeing i'm dependant on you.

no longer solitary, you're one with them and maybe,

thats the awkward part.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Apr 2015
I don’t understand why she’s like this when she’s drunk.

I can’t comprehend where she’s coming from.

I don’t understand why she feels the need to make me feel so **** uneasy.

I can’t comprehend what viewpoint she’s seeing from.

I don’t understand where she hates me at times, sometimes it be easier if I just died.

I can’t comprehend why this makes me so mad.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand.

k.g.
I am angry okay.
Kiah Griffin Mar 2015
here i'm and not here
alone i am in head mine yet live five others all who mill around live.
told what to do i am and approach how to the unknown.
        no decisions i seem make myself yet speak i from the soul.

soul exists whether or not another question is. determine grammar does      
                                       not punctuation, as determine faith does not god.
disprove understanding
ignorance does not, blissful as ignorance is not always.

was wish i for i  ignorant.

k.g.
Yes, it's meant to read like this.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
and right now,
here in this moment.
all i want, all i ever seem to want at 1:32am,
is your fingers tracing my hip bones.
my skin clenched between your teeth.
droplets of sweat, between sheets.
crisp white fades to pink, we tainted the linen while kissing.
the bright is a curse and the dark is a blessing,
because in the abyss i can imagine.
right now,
here in this moment.
because all i want, all i still seem to want at 1:45am,
is you.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
This atmosphere, the air is so thin,
so few layers between our skin.
But what's a few clothes to
a waterfall of sin, that starts with my vice,
and ends with your drink.

Honey, I'm not made of glass,
Push me down, pull me back.
I need to be washed of my sins, place a cross on my head.
I'm an alcoholic and you're a font full of gin.

k.g.
Kiah Griffin Feb 2015
I (never) liked your touch.
Your kisses are (n't) sultry.
I (never) say what I mean.
That's why you (can't) trust me.

Your slaps (do)n't hurt.
I (don't) know you love me.
You (never) mean what you say.
That's why I (can't) trust you.

k.g.
This is up to interpretation. I suggest reading without then with brackets but this is only a suggestion.
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