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Kimberly Sep 2013
Stop suffocating me and allowing this love to,
Tear me limb from limb.
Stop tearing into my soul,
And stop attempting to steal my heart.
Enough of this *******,
The kind that has me thinking about you nonstop,
All day, everyday.
The kind that actually brings tears to my eyes,
That soak the pillow at night,
And leave me numb and lifeless in the morning.
Do you not understand how much I hate you?
How much I hate what you do to me?
Just stop this madness.
You wreck me, inside out.
But you know what the most ****** up part is?
I despise you,
But I love you all the same.
What the hell are you doing to me?
Please stop.
Just s t o p!
Kimberly Aug 2013
I am sick of you,
Putting me up high onto a shelf,
And leaving me there,
Until you decide it's time to use me again,
Until you decide you need me again.
I am like a porcelain doll,
That no little girl would want.
A decoration that will just collect dust over time.
I am a tool.
Something you will use,
When nothing seems to work in your favor,
Something to distract you from your problems,
Something that makes you feel powerful,
In control.
I am insignificant until you want me again.
I have no purpose in life,
Until I am taken off of that shelf,
And played with,
Toyed with.
I am nothing but another one,
Of your childhood toys,
You eventually got bored with.
And I'm sick of it.
I'm sick of feeling this way.
Kimberly Aug 2013
What make you alive, you ask.
Answer:
Despite what scientists say,
What logic says,
It is not the organs or your,
Pulsating heart,
That makes you truly alive.
What brings life to a person,
Are their feelings,
Their emotions, memories, and dreams.
Feelings of lust and misery and jealousy,
And anything else one might encounter.
How they have lived,
What they have done,
And what they remember.
How vivid their dreams are and if they dream at all.
No, the heart and the body does not play,
A part in sincere living,
Unless the heart is capable of feeling.
Feeling is living,
And what is a person,
Without being able to truly live.
You are not fully alive if you're not truly living.
*Based on the movie "Warm Bodies"*
Kimberly Aug 2013
Do you remember,
That rainy day after school,
You walked me home?
How my mother didn't hesitate to invite you in,
And scurried off to make us cookies?
How we sat on the floor,
Of my attic bedroom,
And listened to the pounding of the rain,
On the wooden roof?
How you let me rest my head on your lap,
And played with my hair,
As we talked about our lives?
Or how you grabbed my hand,
Before I left to go get us drinks,
Pulled me close and kissed me,
Just like that?
How you started mocking me,
So I tackled you playfully to the ground,
And we started wrestling?
How just when I was winning,
You flipped me over onto my back,
And kissed me...hard?
How I pretended to be mad but you knew,
That I loved that kiss?
Do you remember,
Holding me in your arms,
That night my mum got into that car accident?
She was okay thank God,
But that night,
You saw me so scared.
Do you remember,
Tucking my hair behind my ear,
And wiping my tears?
Putting your forehead to mine,
And telling me it was going to be okay,
Over and over again?
Do you remember,
Cradling me in your arms,
Until I fell asleep?
Do you remember being my only hope?
My lifeline?
How crazy you made me and I you?
It's an absolute shame you moved so far away,
And even though we're still together,
Even though we write and text and email each other,
It's not the same,
It never will be.
Kimberly Aug 2013
The only lullaby,
In my tired eyes,
Is the bitter taste of alcohol,
The breathtaking smoke,
Of your final cigarette,
And the blood that,
Drips down your arm,
Until you finally pass out.
This lullaby is guaranteed,
To put you to sleep in no time.
Kimberly Aug 2013
I remember,
When I was around,
Eight years old,
I witnessed my mother,
Sitting at the edge of your bed,
Crying.
I remember hiding behind the door,
Sinking to the floor,
Crying.
I knew you weren't getting any better.
I knew you were soon,
To leave this world.
As I watched my mother,
Fall to her knees,
Still crying,
I managed to see your,
Still, fragile, weak body,
And convinced,
My eight year old self,
That it was for the best.
Kimberly Aug 2013
Get in touch,
With your inner dark fantasies.
Embrace the wild,
Embrace the crazy,
The insanity that is offered,
As an opportunity,
Whilst living a life,
As free and wondrous as this.
Make sparks fly,
And fires ignite.
Dance all night long,
And sing at the top of your lungs,
As soon as you wake up.
Run in the woods,
And let your sick laughter,
Be carried throughout,
The darkness engulfing the trees.
Open your heart,
As much as possible,
And get high off of love.
******* high driving you mad,
But somewhat brightening your eyes,
And making your dark fantasies,
As innocent as possible.
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