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Alicia Apr 2019
Grey skies
The bleak end
White lies
They’re all pretend

Out of bed but not awake
It’s in my head and hard to take
I can’t see colour
All black and white
One pain after another
I want to see the light
The demons have won
Hiding under my bed
The demons have won
The battle within my head
I’m tried and drained
Wired and tamed
It’s time i refrained
From this sad life
Alicia Mar 2019
I’m the girl in the corner who hides from the crowd
The person who can’t voice her opinion out loud
I’ll say hi and hello but won’t care to stay
I’ll get close to you then push you away
I’ve always gotten by on my own
A truly lonely person, stripped down to the bone
So I’ll keep to myself , until the very end
But that’s okay, rather that than pretend
Alicia Mar 2019
I was in love with the way her hands felt in mine
so soft and so lost and they made the sun shine
I was in love with her bones and the way they stood proud
they stood with power and they spoke beauty aloud
her hair would shine like the most precious of jewels
her mind was strong , she didn’t play by the rules
her soul was a star, a sun, a moon
could destroy you if you looked too soon
her light ****** you in and now you’re trapped
you had all the beauty it was subtlety you lacked
a black hole , dark and leering and dense
that didn’t stop you from breaking down my fence
I always found beauty in the most dark things
my black hole, do devils have wings?
Alicia Mar 2019
you
mothers warn their sons about you
you’re cold disguised as warm
you’re the chest pain the broken hearted girl gets when she hears his name
the loud weep in the club bathroom
you’re the sinking feeling in a stomach
you’re everything ugly in this world and yet
i still find beauty in your crooked smile
in the birthmark just above your hip
the sound of your laugh resonates like a song you just can’t get out of your head
see love is cruel like that
you just can’t shake it
the most beautiful things are always the most damaging
you’re a storm
why else are hurricanes named after people?
Alicia Feb 2019
let me climb under your skin
carried by the magic flowing through your veins
your skin is just your canvas
beneath is a whirlpool of beauty
a fire just beginning
your soul is gleaming
with rage and passion and envy

let me live in your bones
they’re a solestrial being
they’re gold painted white
innocent modesty
they’re moonlight on a river
they are stars in disguise
a sun on the rise
a beautiful demise
of something once dissembled
now together , so pure
Alicia Feb 2019
soft skin on soft sheets
on long nights with quiet weeps
your lips are satin
your eyes are pure
making it easy to lure
me into your heart
i can see your skeleton
naked
and divine
grind your bones to paste
lather it on me
like cream on stubborn skin
so I can bathe
bathe in you
pale in blue
hail to you
your crown of bones
your skin- the prize ribbon
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