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maybella snow Dec 2013
I'm doubting you again
are you truly the man
I first met. or were you never
the man I thought you were
your eyes did trickery
on my heart
and I lost myself
in the folds of your hugs
maybe your smell
deceived me
with a hint of musk
to hide the blood
bleach doesn't help
stains on skin
maybe you never were real
and I'm just a fleeting
moment and thought
of lust
never love
maybella snow Dec 2013
find yourself
    lost in me

  dig yourself
                   the hole
you dug me

drag yourself
away from the
flames
of my heart
maybella snow Dec 2013
shy
warm
scared
confidend
heated
soft

your heart
kissed mine
under the
mistletoe
today

and you
got lost in it.
I found you
under my
covers
maybella snow Dec 2013
real councillors
explaining
over used
explanations
to people who
understand more
than people
believe

dark corners
with mysterious
invisible eyes
visible to those
unlucky enough
to see them
with eyelids
shut

light traces
musings
and patterns
lacing bodies
with streaks
of red
and stains
of pain

toilet bowls
lent over
by overbearing
undernourished
starved and
underweighted
figures
of bones

shaking hands
firmly planted
against brick
walls
cracked bruises
harshly noticeable
and starkly
stiffening

dried tears
only means
they were
wet once
maybella snow Dec 2013
I lay in bed


back turned to the world
curled up
hiding from everything
huddled and confused
waiting
sadly enough
for someone
to come and lay
with me
and hold me
just to hold me
love me
just because
you love me
because I'm lost
confused
and lonely
and hell
it's cold
turning your back
to  stop the pain
when it's internal
please hold me
just because
maybella snow Dec 2013
emptiness doesn't cut it anymore
I'm tired and aimless
living an empty lonely life
wondering the walls of this house
not exactly a home with the coldness
I feel as though I'm already a ghost
people have forgotten
pale and still
unnoticeable
let me fly
maybella snow Dec 2013
I wish to smell your skin
at 1am when you're asleep
and don't feel the tickle
of my hair on your neck
let me loose what I have
left in you
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