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Lady Annabelle May 2017
I wrote a tragedy with our lips.
The story of our affair was filled with pages of your fingertips fluttering across my skin.
Paragraphs covered our hidden desires to embrace what we pretended was ours.
There were stolen kisses between the eyes of the public eye;
Metaphors to mask our immorality;
Chapters filled with our indiscretions;
Never quite reaching the ****** we would have called love.
I crafted a leather bound catastrophe of your infidelity where the bookends were our lips, and between them rested the arc of our lust.
My god, I'm never going to be content with this.
Lady Annabelle Jul 2013
I still get butterflies
thinking about
the first time
we held hands.
Lady Annabelle Sep 2013
Have you ever been so tired
that the words won't come
and sentences won't form
and it's hard to communicate
the simplest ideas
because you're so
*exhausted
Lady Annabelle Jun 2013
You stole my heart away
like that boy when he stole my skateboard.
You cared for it
like how I cared for the first pet I ever had.
You loved it
like my one teacher's love for books.
You broke it
like when I broke the ropes of my favorite swing.
Now, you're refusing it to give back
like when my stupid brother never gave me back my toys.
Lady Annabelle Jul 2013
Why would he worry about me?
He doesn't know I broke my promise not to hurt myself.
He doesn't know about the scars.
He doesn't know about the bottle of pills beside my bed.
He doesn't know there's a collection of knives in my drawer.
He doesn't know that I write nasty letters to life.
He doesn't know about the reason I sit on the roof.
He doesn't know about how I can't sleep at night.
He doesn't know that even if I do, it's only after the tears.
He doesn't know I carry around a mental list of why I hate myself.
He doesn't know I can't concentrate at all.
He doesn't know I lie through my teeth about how I'm feeling.
He doesn't know that I'm avoiding church.
He doesn't know I'm pushing everyone away.
He doesn't know how lonely I am.
He doesn't know about these poems.
Why would he worry about me?
Lady Annabelle May 2017
I found her in her room
scattered across the floor,
in piles and in heaps,
shoved in corners,
hidden under the bed,
amongst the trash and the relics.
I discovered her in it all.
In her room, I learned who she was.
We both found her there,
as she sorted through it with me.
An impromptu poem my best friend wrote about me while we cleaned my room
Lady Annabelle Feb 2015
I wrote a tragedy with my lips
the story of our love
the pages of your hands across my skin
paragraphs of our hidden desire
our stolen kisses written in-between the lines of the public eye
the ******
metaphors to mask our immorality
chapters filled with indiscretions
the leatherbound catastrophe of your infidelity
the bookends were our lips
and between them was the story of our tragic love
I have to admit, I'm not entirely content with this. I'll probably add more, and edit it more. I just wanted to save it.

Anyway, pretty much, if you didn't get this already, this is about my ongoing relationship with this guy who is kind of already dating someone. He's an *******. Technically so am I, but whatever. It's an artistic choice, a nice muse.
Lady Annabelle May 2013
Life is a little maddening
without you.
Every little thing
getting on my nerves.
Just the thought of you
used to calm me down
make me smile,
but now the thought of you
makes me cry
makes me scream
makes me shout
makes me fight.
I was not ready to say goodbye.
I wanted you forever,
but you left me anyway,
it was a forced farewell.
Do you enjoy making me suffer
with your harsh words
but then you come to me for an embrace
If you're going to leave me
at least never come back,
don't expect me to speak first
when I'm the one hurting the most.
Lady Annabelle Jul 2013
"Are you mad at me?"
"I wouldn't say 'mad.'"
I'd say
captious
petulant
furious
acrimonious
irritable
querulous
sou­r
acerbic
peevish
ornery
livid
vicious.
No, of course I'm not mad at you.
Lady Annabelle Jul 2013
You said he's no Mr. Wonderful
that there's a lot of shame in his name
You said his bad side is something I'd never want to see
but I've seen glimpses once in awhile
You got upset when I said he was amazing
Scolding me to say he really wasn't
You're his best friend
I'm just Miss Pathetically-In-Love
Maybe you're just protecting me
when you say he's awful
Maybe I should trust you
when you say you speak the truth
Wait a minute, why do you care so much?
Lady Annabelle May 2013
I love you because
of the way your eyes shine
when the light hits the blue
and sparkles when you wink at me.

I love you because
the smell of you
calms me down and sticks
to me when I spend too
much time with you.

I love you because
you say you think too much,
but the things that you think
are beyond your years.

I love you because
you're my shining knight
the one who protects me
when I've fallen into the dark.

I love you because
the words you write
take my breath away
every time I read your works.

I love you because
your smile is infectious
and makes me smile
every time I think of you.

I love you because
we made plans to
own a big house
with lots of books
just for me.

I love you because
you said you would
never leave
you said to take your hand
and hold it tight.

I love you because
your voice is intoxicating
to hear you speak
is a life's pleasure.

I love you because
that night in the car
you held me close
and played with my hair.

I love you because
you never fail
to make me laugh
when I've failed.

I love you because
you tell me not to
say you are perfect
even though I think you are.

I love you because
you tried to get me out
of my comfort zone
and make me less awkward.

I love you because
you said we were
a perfect match
and balanced each other out.

I'm trying so hard to hate you.
Lady Annabelle Jul 2013
I'm sorry
about your sweatshirt

I couldn't
help myself
from stealing it

But it isn't my fault
you didn't believe
that I would never
give it back.
We had to write poems in English class, so I made a reply to an ex boyfriend's facebook post.
Lady Annabelle Jul 2013
9:00 p.m.
walk into the kitchen
open freezer door
no dinner tonight
what a shame

open door
sit down on doorstep
cautious of the fire escape
feel the chilled rain
fold arms over knees
reply to text message

watch neighbors take a smoke
look at the open door
lights flicker in the alley I'm in
cars driving by
wipe the rain off of arms

watch tv through neighbor's window
hope he doesn't let out his dog
think of climbing out on roof
but there are puddles everywhere
tears stay separate from the rain

think about my failures
remember mother walking off screaming
paraphrasing her words
only to mean it's my fault
but it is

feel so pathetic
stomach unhappy not to be fed
compose poem in my head
see shadow in the doorway
watch the people walk beneath me

stand up shivering from the wetness
open the door
take a deep breath
wipe away the tears
walk back into the kitchen

grab a bagel
make some cereal
dwell on today
eat the food
bite by bite
step by step
Yeah, this is literally the poem I created in my head when sitting out on the fire escape.
Lady Annabelle Jun 2013
The girl
who loves too quickly
depends too stubbornly
waits too impatiently
follows too clumsily
falls too easily

The boy
who loves too affectionately
guards too protectively
listens too jealously
walks too zealously
talks too flirtatiously

Both hearts
that broke too bitterly
longed too strongly
left too resentfully
forgot too angrily
love still, unfortunately
To the boy whose thoughts I long to know.
Lady Annabelle Aug 2013
Awkward tension
hangs in the air
like the stale smell after the rain.
Every once in a while
a silent glance between us
shows the hurt,
or in your case,
a very apathetic expression.
Don't look at me like that.
What happened to the "I'll always care"?
Lady Annabelle Jul 2013
your smile is contagious
your hair is perfect
you have those brilliant blue eyes
you're an amazing speaker
your look of determination
you're pretty **** attractive
you are obviously on fire for God
how you always volunteer to pray
you are a fantastic singer
you will never leave me
you're adorable
you're my knight in shining armor of a specific un-chosen color
you try to understand me
you respect me
it's easy for you to open up to me
you have a thesaurus(to go with my dictionary)
you say I'm beautiful
you trust me
you care a heck of a lot more than others
I love your writing
you're pretty hilarious
you like my laugh(even though others don't)
I like your laugh
you are a true gentleman
you can jump over chairs
...that one time I had to wake you up and I threw a dictionary at you
you're intoxicating
when you stare at me you always say I'm attractive
I like your voice, a lot
you apparently talk about me a lot
you are one of the most intelligent people I know
fireworks go off when I see you
I always get jittery and nervous when I know you are in the same place
you enjoy spending time with me
you say you love my hugs
you're like a party somebody threw me
your mind is brilliant
you're special
you're truly kind
we go together
you talk about how we compliment each other, how we fit
you have that heart that wants to help
you're just fantastic at everything
you don't mind telling me about the times you've messed up
you want to hear what I have to say
you want to know me
you're so very talented
you yearn for more knowledge
you're concerned for my well-being
we planned a future for ourselves(even if it was a joke)
you said I can live with a room full of books
your family adores me
you couldn't wait until summer just because you could see me
*Yeah I took some lyrics from song, shut up
Try
Lady Annabelle May 2013
Try
I will try
              I'm trying
                         ...I've tried
Lady Annabelle Sep 2013
"I know everything," you say
looking me in the eyes,
testing me with an arrogant smirk.
Yet, you question
what's wrong with me.
Funny, how you think you're right
when you really don't seem
to know anything at all.

— The End —