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Mary Alexander Sep 2015
No
Did this really just happen.
Did I understand what he said?
That simple "I love you" will ring in my ears forever.
Do I believe it?
Probably not.
Should I leap?
Should I trust him?
No.
Mary Alexander Sep 2015
Wings are made to fly, they say.
Then why are mine weighted,
Ready to die today?
Mary Alexander Sep 2015
My heart is strong.
Because it has loved and failed.
Because it waited too long.
It's been bruised.
Beaten
And worn
Till it no longer cares.
He says it gets better.
Those three words,
The words I am tired of hearing.
My heart starts to heal,
And it's better.
Till it gets beaten again.
And it's starting to harden.
Nothing can soften it.
  Sep 2015 Mary Alexander
Taylor Lynn
Everything she touched,
didn't turn to gold.
No it crumbled to dust amongst the palms of her hands.
As she sat back and watched her world catch fire and burn around her.
T.B.
Mary Alexander Sep 2015
I looked into his eyes
And told him it would be okay.
I took his hand
And told him I'd lead the way.

He told me he was fine.
That he'd found what he needed.
But he started to fade away.
And though I held on as hard as I could,
His heart froze
Like an unsuspecting flower.

And I watched in horror
As the smile I had once  loved
Became empty and meaningless.
And people didn't notice.

And I saw him breaking.
Slowly
Like a back bearing too much weight.
And I tried to reach out.
To touch his hand again.
To try to warm it.

But the he wouldn't let me.
And I was forced to watch him freeze.
Mary Alexander Sep 2015
My best friend said,
To "write it all down",
So here I am to compose.
Trying so hard to get rid of the darkness.
But there's something affecting my prose.

My mind and pen won't connect.
My, heart with the hurt it has kept.
Will stay silent, that is always it's task.
"Silent for how long?" He stares at me and asks.

I say I don't know.
That I'm tempted to go,
For I desperately wish I had wings.
He pauses and says
With no second thought,

Why don't you go write something?
Mary Alexander Sep 2015
When I let go of you
I smiled
Because I realized that I'm a princess
Cut from the blackest onyx.  
And the scars that mark my mind
Are harder than all diamonds.
Never to be penetrated again.  
And I move through this world
Quiet like a fire.
Never missing you.
Because you gave me scars.

The diamonds of the best kind.
Don't judge the free verse
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