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Lovelust Jan 2016
Trust,
I thought I could share that with you,
But know,
I don't know if I can trust anyone,
Not even myself,

I feel like I'm the monster here,
Even though I didn't go back on my word,
If only you could see in my head,
You'll know why I feel as I do,
I can't trust myself around you,
And now I can't trust you.
Lovelust Jan 2016
Time goes fast,
We all see life,
In how much we have left,
However I'm looking forward,
Making a step at a time,
Living my life going forwards,
As if time was no object,
Live life in the moment,
Otherwise you won't spend your life living.
Lovelust Dec 2015
Blank,
The thoughts in my head,
Slowly begin to fade,
With no sleep,
I don't know,
If this is a dream,
Or if it's reality,
I'm more lost then found,
Reaching for the light,
That begins to fade,
As the void covers my eyes,
And takes me deeper.
  Dec 2015 Lovelust
Elvie Libby
I'd like to begin by thanking you,
For you my friend do not quite understand just how important you are to me.
I'm overwhelmingly glad I met you that day,
As we passed mutual comment over that older boy's idiocy,
I cannot imagine my life currently without you in it somehow,
So I will leave you with this request:
Please don't leave.
To one of the best people I know, who encourages me to express myself, and who picks me up when I'm at my lowest, thank you.
Lovelust Dec 2015
I want to care for you,
But now the line is starting to blur,
Lust is overpowering me,
I can't hold back,
I don't think I can help myself,
I care and love you more than anyone will,
And all I want is the taste of your lips again.
  Dec 2015 Lovelust
Mia Kay James
If we'd lived like normal people-
All of this could have been avoided.
But we didn't.
We were nuts and desperate.
We couldn't help but create this
nothingness that drove us completely crazy,
sad,
empty.
Still, no one's desperation came close
to matching mine.
They all seemed to be able to go back to their lives.
They got scuffed up and they got on with it,
Only I seemed to be left behind,
crying and screaming,
wanting some satisfaction,
wanting to feel something.
I always sought solace in places
where I know, absolutely,
that it did not exist.

Is this what insanity feels like?
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