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 Jun 2013 Madeleine V H
Amethyst
i used to believe i was getting
better, but now i realize that i
never was. i have become an
addict, but not to a drug or
something of the sort. i am
addicted to my sadness and now
there is no hope left. you can't
save the damsel who's in love with
her distress. you can't beat the
villian when the villian has become
your only true compainion. you
can't get rid of the one thing that
has become all of you. you can't
and you never will.
 Jun 2013 Madeleine V H
Amethyst
today i am numb

yesterday i was numb

tomorrow i will be numb

last week i was numb

next year i will be numb

and all of that makes
me feel even more *numb
As we lay beneath the stars,
Here I lay among the scars
The world is black and white to most,
But to me the world is just a ghost
My heart was solely yours to find,
And long after came my mind
The black and white became so clear,
I was yours and you were here
The heat of summer came around,
All our clothes fell to the ground
But I could not be yours to keep,
That idea seemed incomplete
For as the autumn leafes took fall,
I was no longer yours to call
I knew some day that it would end,
For now I needed just a friend
A friend in you was a friend in me,
We seemed to be so joyous and free
You came so quickly and dug so deep,
I wished I was only yours to keep
So here i lay beneath the stars,
With you the source of my scars
I'm always dreaming of holding you
by my side.

Distance doesn't matter,
the further we are apart
the closer I feel you are.

Even my loneliness turns into strength
when I think of you.
 May 2013 Madeleine V H
John
Things don't
Seem so hard anymore
I've got
A way out, now, and more
When she comes
Strutting down the street
I know
Past problems have been beat
When she says
When can we meet?
Squirming in my seat
Tripping over my own two feet

Everything is hit or miss
And they say
That everything's worth a try
And they say
Someone out there is worth you to die
And they say
Just keep carrying on by
Never let slip past your guard, a lie
Just fasten up your ties
Don't you dare be shy now

Just walking
Sidewalk cracks passing
Thoughts of you are fleeting
Time I've spent just keeps on leaving
Nothing I do is helping
Guess I just have to start accepting
What they say may be true
But thinking of you
Don't do nothing but turn me blue
 May 2013 Madeleine V H
Christine
Infectious



His words have a way



Of speaking to my heart



Never asking permission



Of the logic I still possesses



He whispers



‘You’re driving me crazy girl’



If he only knew



The thoughts a girl can consume



Hmmm that boy



He’s a charmer



Wistful with words



That boy, yeah, him



The one with his crew



Mirrored faces



But he’s gleaming in the eyes



He always looked right through me



So why does he say I’m beautiful now



That boy



With a voice of a man



But the intentions of a boy



Taking before asking



He had my heart in no time



But that boy, as sweet as the words



He once spoke to me



Is the same boy who



Fell in love with me after



her broke my heart



its that boy that I love, but can’t trust



That boy says he’s changed, cant there still be can us?



That boy says he’s sorry, will it be enough?
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
"we're not psychologists, you know"
yeah, but we can pretend
lying under pine, oak + ash

i watched them hold eachother mostly every day
until we felt everything was going to be grand
or at least okay.                            
it felt less and less like a therapy
more like addiction, a prescription, need

nicotine hands, freezing fingertips
whiskey breath + colder lips
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