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Jordan Jul 2014
And your smile
it rises like the sun
stretching far
across the beautiful planes
of your face.
It's so bright,
so beautiful.
I'd stay up all night
just to watch it
in the morning.
wip
Jordan Jun 2014
You're the one drinking,
but I'm the one drunk.
Jordan Jun 2014
So in love
with being in love
that I love
the loveless.
Jordan Jun 2014
Don’t let me fall for you

because I might do something stupid

like write stupid poetry about you

or stay awake at night and think of

the way your lips press together

when you’re thinking

or talk about you to a friend

like you’re actually mine

or message you constantly

about how I miss you

and how beautiful you look today

or be your shoulder to cry on

when you’ve had a bad day

or go out of my way

to do random favors for you

to make your life easier.

Do not let me fall for you,

because it never ends up

very well

for me.
Jordan Jun 2014
I pushed you away
My words the current that grabbed you
Your footsteps the waves dragging you out to sea
You didn’t stop drifting.
My last cries out were lost in the roar of the ocean
Made up of all your tears
Spent on the lonely nights you were awake without me
I was just your anchor
And you were drowning in a sea of complicated masked misery
I stood on my solid shore
The familiar sand all I had ever known for years before you
And watched you sail away from me
On your broken raft of broken hope
It’d get you far enough away, at least
The moonlight on your back,
Your cheeks tearstained and puffy
You left this shipwrecked heart of mine
Almost swallowed whole
In the absence of the moon
When you crossed over the horizon
I kissed the image of your back goodbye
A soft, salty kiss
When you reached the horizon your strength finally broke
You slipped into the cold black water
But I’m no life guard

I couldn’t save you.
Jordan Jun 2014
You wake up
Every day
A struggle
Every morning
Harder to crawl out
The safety of your covers
The only place
You can truly be alone
And cry in painful silence.
You land on your knees
Because it’s too painful
To stand on your own two feet any longer
And you fell so long ago
Sinking to them
With no audible objection
Because you’re way past broken.
This is the cycle
The rut you’re stuck in
Hopeless and wandering
Never accepted
Never truly loved
By others or yourself.
It’s a word you’re scared of
More so than death
And it aches inside you
Gnawing at your weaknesses
Magnifying your flaws
And the hate you have for yourself
And society.
But this isn’t giving up.
Even though you are indeed at rock bottom
The pain of life you barely manage through
But you’re too much of a coward
To do a graceful thing.
Giving up
Is the most beautiful thing
Of which, you are incapable.
So you continue on
Just like every day before
And every day after
And after a while,
That single, graceful thought you once had
Of truly giving up
Fades away.

— The End —