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desolate Feb 2015
She loves me, she loves me not
And I don't need to pick flower petals
To know that she never did
And never would
-- we were together but I knew the feeling wasn't mutual
desolate Feb 2015
My stomach felt like a butterfly sanctuary
Along with numerous swarms of bees
And I don't know which was worse:
The fact that my sanctuary was fragmentizing me
Or that there were bees within
—all my doubts, uncertainties, and fears: my very own swarm of bees.
Wondering when you'd choose to stop making me feel these indescribable things

- 11.22.14
desolate Feb 2015
And though I tried
I could never write anything lovely or wonderful
Despite the happiness that I have
The things I've written have always been broken and sad
And I cannot
Write anything like you
I am incapable of writing something
Beautiful
- 11.22.14
desolate Feb 2015
I felt it. Every single one of them fluttering within me, wanting to break free and escape my stomach. But they remained there—concealed in my body, surrounding my lungs and I swear I couldn't breathe. And every part of me couldn't function right. My legs, unsteady along with my hands that only longed to be intertwined with yours. My chest, aching with so much affection. My eyes, remaining fixated at yours—allowing myself to get lost in its beauty that holds so much mysteries. Then my mind, suffused with abundant thoughts which were only of you. And I knew: I was drowning in butterflies for you. The butterflies you've somehow created inside me; the same butterflies that would eventually devour whatever's left of me.
I wonder: did you feel that way too?
- 11.23.14, 6:45 am
desolate Feb 2015
Let's pretend you're a princess
And I, the knight in shining armor
I'd go through anything and everything
To save you from your sorrows

And though I try my hardest
Your heart still longs for another
Even when I'm standing here before you
You still want your prince charming
I can never be like him
- 10.18.14
desolate Feb 2015
I wonder what you would say
If I asked you to be mine again
Will you have second thoughts
Or will you not think at all
Because you know that your answer
Has been no all along
And it hurts because I never stopped being yours
- 10.08.14
desolate Feb 2015
I miss you so much, it's scaring me
For what if you're not even thinking of me
What if your mind's too preoccupied
What if there's no room for me inside

While my thoughts are only of you
What if a memory of me does not come to you at all
But darling, know that what scares me the most
Is that constant thought that you don't feel what I do
what if you really don't
- 10.08.14
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