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Mixed up
                Scattered across the floor
     Few bent
But one missing
     YOU are that puzzle piece
Lost in the mess
        Without you the puzzle cannot be complete
Without you there will always be a hole
     That one piece that holds the entire thing together
           I am the puzzle
And YOU are the one piece that walked out of my life
I stand before you naked and bare,
Vulnerable and scared
With trembling hands, and shaky breath
Because you gingerly stripped me
Of the armor I had long ago melded to my being.
You carefully untied the intricate knots
That had tangled my chaotic mind.
You skillfully unfastened the clasps,
Which held together my crippled heart.
You watched as my insecurities
Fell to the ground in a pile around my ankles.

I stand before you naked and bare
With trembling hands, and shaky breath
Because the impassioned stare your eyes posses
Pierces the façade that I had shrouded myself with.
The softness of your caressing lips
Comforts the exhaustion of fleeing love.
The heat of your searching hands
Melts the ice that encases my thoughts.
The pressure of your firm body
Pushes away the worries of acceptance.

I stand before you naked and bare
Because your love has set me free from myself.
 Jun 2013 Kimberly Clemens
Batya
All who have felt pain know mercy,
Even the Devil burns in his own fire,
Merely averting from suffering a sympathetic eye.

All who have been victimized
Know well that pity is spared
Only for the lowest of the persecuted.

All who love their neighbors
Equally and as themselves
Seldom feel anything at all.

None have lived to understand
Anything, but the judgments passed
On other souls besides ourselves.

None have seen His face,
Prophesied into near- tangible form;
Describe it if you can.

Our Days of Judgment
Come and pass through ages,
This we know for certain.

We know that we feel and think
And teach what it is in our nature to discover,
For believed truths cannot be false.

We float as specks through time and space
And know nothing but our pains,
But preach these truths as they appear.

So say I, simply,
As a dreamer,
For I'm but a mere creation,

I see my people weeping, and I don't claim
Superior knowledge, but it seems to me
That we are not just collateral damage.
On the terrorism in my country.
who knew?
I wasn't really empty,
until you suddenly took everything.
guilt is sifted in my gut
because I broke my promises
when you broke my trust
its daunting to **** blocked memories
with a calloused finger
muscle memory of a burn
to buried to pull back
they say you don't know what you have
'till it's gone
trampled security
pretenses of trust
crushed
with no sincerity to lean on
But we are too young to be this broken,
too young to be this stressed.
society has messed
with the heart of this tennage.

Wherever we look
somebody is judging you.
no matter what you wear,
no matter what you do.

Hearts are being broken,
Bodies are being piled,
Tears are being spilled,
And everybody wonders why.

That young and quiet girl,
the one who nobody ever noticed
cuts her wrists and cries all night.

The girl who everybody loves,
who has a perfect boyfriend
and a perfect life,
is pregnant and wants to die.

So why are we so calm?
why are we like that?
nobody noticed that
this life is messed up?
I still get butterflies when I see him
I have a faster heartbeat than a runner in a marathon when we are close
I feel like noone can stop me when he tells me I'm perfect
I love that he doesnt judge me for the ****** i am
I feel like I'm in a movie when he tells me cheesy things
I love how I can totally be myself around him


I know that everything happens for a reason and he was definitely a good one
You,
You and those pale blue eyes of a full moon,
How I cannot stop thinking of you,
For some reason you've entered my mine like a scar on my body,
There is no erasing or forgetting,
I've locked you into my heart,
I cannot bear to think of letting go,
The infection has spread and I've been shot by cupid's bow,
But our fairytale is beginning to end,
You are not the once you I first met,
And I'm hurt and terribly mistaken I fell for a ruse,
A **** ruse of promise,
Now I'm alone and unsure of what I've gotten into,
A long summer ahead, of fear and unsurity of what next step I may have to take,
I don't wanna lose you, just win what I somehow lost,
I wanna whisper lost secrets in the edges of the night,
And look towards a morning of more you, The you I once knew,
Please make it all come back soon
 Jun 2013 Kimberly Clemens
M
Almost
 Jun 2013 Kimberly Clemens
M
Photos of you make me smile
Almost as much as you used to make me yourself.

Seeing that you're enjoying yourself is great,
Almost as much as I used to enjoy being with you.

Knowing you're at peace, you're content
Is almost as terrific as how I felt when you'd kiss me goodnight.

Your smile surely lights up your face
Just as a smile used to light up mine when you said you loved me.

Your heart is open and new and refreshed,
Just as I am now that I don't hold it.

Your heart was nice to hold
Until it became too heavy.

It weighed me down, anchored me
To the thought that there was only you.

Trust me, I love you still.
But not as much as I used to.

Trust me, some days I hurt.
But not as much as I used to.

Trust me, we are better off this way,
So much better than we used to be.

I can fondly say that you being happy
Makes me happy also.

It's notably sad that we couldn't be happy together,
But it's okay.

I'm okay, you're okay, we will move forward and move on,
Almost to the point where I forget what you smell like,

To the point where I forget your mannerisms,
Your quirks and faults and tendencies.

But I won't forget your lips on my neck,
Or your love of dancing with me.

I won't forget how much you loved me,
enough to save me until I learned to save myself.

You leaving is actually a testament to how much you helped me;
You saved me so that I could learn to do so independently.

And you left.
And I saved myself.

And I wrote this.
And I smiled.

I smiled, looked at a photo of you,
And smiled again because I know we are happy.

We are separate, happy, and okay.
What more could I ask for?
My boyfriend that I'd dated on and off for nearly 3 years ended things a few days ago; it was a mutual decision, though he was the one to say it and for once, I didn't fight him on it. I just left and didn't look back.

I'm surprisingly not a mess. I am notorious for losing my cool when he's gone because he was my rock. He saved me when I was depressed and suicidal, he saved me when I was alone and unhappy. He showed me how to live again, and thanks to him I'm here and alive. He was my backbone for a long time and now that we aren't together I can form my own backbone.

The first few times we broke up, I was resentful, utterly upset and miserable. I loved him so much and was so scared to walk this world without him. But now I realize this is for the better; we don't need one another. We are okay without one another, better actually. Out relationship rested solely on that we loved each other. It was all we had to substantiate why we were together, and love can't be the only factor. I love him plenty but love is never all you need. You need so much more to make a relationship work, and we didn't have the resources within ourselves to do so.

And now that we aren't together, I realize this is my time to grow and be my own person, not just Xavier's girlfriend. He helped me stand up, supported me until I could do so on my own. I firmly believe people come into our lives for a purpose and leave when that purpose has been fulfilled. He fulfilled his purpose and left, and that's how it's supposed to be.

I just love who he was for me for the 5 years that we were friends, for the 3 that our whirlwind relationship lasted. He was my rock, and he taught me the importance of love and being there for someone. He's now teaching me that by not being here, and I think I love him all the more for it.

Doubtfully so, but if he ever reads this, thank you. I'm okay. Don't worry. I'm my own rock and I am genuinely, whole-heartedly happy. I'll always have a sliver of love for you in my heart and I'm eternally thankful for you. In a weird way, I would not be so okay if you hadn't taught me how to be so. It's almost like you knew this would happen and you prepared me well, well enough that I can move on and be happy without you. It's odd that you were the one to teach me that, but you did. I love you & I only cry now because I realize how great you were, and our relationship only makes me happy and thankful. I'm not sad you're gone, only a little. I'm not very sad at all really. I'm just thankful.
You.
You are 10,000 miles away
and yet, I still want to run  my hands through your
wet, dark brown hair.
I want to press myself against your warm body
and live in the steam and smell of a hot shower.
I want to breathe in your kiss and taste the shampoo
that slowly dripped  from your wet mop and fell on your lips.
Find a cheap motel room and dream there.
Dream the things you live and live the things you dream.
In that dimly lit, musky, hotel room that I'm dreaming of right now,
where we can forget the world.
I want to forget Clint Eastwood and September and the snow.
I can't remember the color of your eyes
because you kiss with eyes closed
and it's been an awful while since I've opened them.
I wish.
I want to watch you drive down California highways--
sunglasses on and my bare feet hanging out the window, my nailpolish sparkling in
the California sun.  
I want to make you laugh, and watch  your perfect eyebrows crinkle with
your nose when you admirably look at me.
I want to take pieces of paper and write my heart on them
then put them in a memory box
and throw them all out the window.
I want to go to the airport and find you standing
all alone,
looking lost .
Then pull over in a car and make the night alive.
Listen to the stars laughing and lose myself inside of you.
I want the games.
Challenging and, well, you know.
I want the way you make me feel.
Like I'm about to burst out of my skin
at any moment
because of passion.
I want. I want. I want.
You.
Find a dark place deep into the night and settle down
for a couple hours and let our minds shut
down for once.
No devil truck or eyeless lips or hand guns to decide our fate.
and just slip away into each other's bodies,
and become submerged in each other's kiss.
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