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Mary Allard Oct 2018
she made herself sick
she lost so much
and thoughts bubbled over
risky to touch
while he sat on his shelf
untouched by the world
wondering why
he gave up this girl
Mary Allard Oct 2018
the only thing
that keeps me alive anymore
is the beauty;
beauty that snaps heads
uncomfortable beauty
inexplicable beauty
the kind you want to latch onto forever
if only you didn't blink every five seconds,
beauty that reminds your soul
what it means to be alive.
the beauty can be anything
and beauty is everything
and my beauty
shone with his
Mary Allard Oct 2018
I feel asleep
dreaming of you
Now I'm in love,
what do I do?
Mary Allard Sep 2018
my poetry is never ******* good my words are never eloquent enough to fill the page with cursive my hands are lost on keys who to please that's a good question you want generic material so readers can relate so the kids of heartbreak can know where to put their hate and love and fear all online so they can hide behind a screen and scream and scream without disrupting their parents next door and the floor will start to shudder under the weight of the words but you don't notice because your world has always been this way has always been a mess of things not eloquent enough to fill the page with cursive and your hands have always been lost on keys so what's the difference
Mary Allard Sep 2018
the loneliest people

gravitate towards big cities
crowded streets, family you never had
human warmth once lacked
filling up your field view
so you can't see
the emptiness
you hide
Mary Allard Sep 2018
I crave bad things
smoke and heartbreak
cuts along my thighs
romanticized pain
because that's what they don't want
what they don't want
is what I am
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