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  May 2015 McKayla Riggs
Reverie Dawson
I'm falling
my hand is
slipping
from yours
and you
don't notice.
  May 2015 McKayla Riggs
Rachel
An abrupt feeling
Ashamed to be acknowledge
But made its way through
Each loving hearts
Destructive if overrated
But a proof of true love
It would change you
Make you self conscious
And it will teach you the art of comparing
It would fill you with doubts
And questions
And in the end it would lead to fractures and cracks
That you can no longer repair
And soon everything you hold on to
Will slowly slip away
Until there's nothing left
Just because you let that
Pang of jealousy into you
Seriously, I'm not jealous
McKayla Riggs May 2015
Why
Families are supposed to stay together
Best friends are supposed to stay best friends
School is supposed to ****
Sports are supposed to be fun
Money never could buy happiness
Boyfriends are supposed to be loyal
Girlfriends are supposed to be trusting
And vice versa
Teens should have romance in stead of just ***
Drugs should not be as easy to get
Love is supposed to be that, love
Hearts are ment to break and put back together
But most importantly we should not have to rely on any other person except yourself
I can still remember that look,
The one in your eye when you kissed me,
And the feeling of your hot skin on mine,
And the weight of your body on top of mine.

I can still remember that look,
The one you gave me when we first met,
Asking me why I was back a week late
After summer holidays.

I can still remember that look,
The one you gave me when you first asked me to dance- for a dare- when
We were in 7th grade.

I can still remember how my heart felt,
Like it was about to burst or melt,
Every time you spoke to me or included me, or maybe when I learnt you could play guitar.

I can remember almost everything since the day we first met,
Every interaction, every time I felt my love grow stronger, every little bit of heart break as you dated my friends on a weekly basis,
But most of all I remember when you kissed my lips, laying in your bed, and you said you could lay like this forever and we were in no rush…
Again, I don't edit it rewrite my poetry, I just let it flow, so enjoy :)
clawing between soft sheets I find your large hands
clasping through the gaps to find my softer inner parts

little do you know I am crumbling
though I give you the power to tear
what I forbid myself
to surrender

Create art with my ****** mess.
I know you never will

It is sad that you are gone
but I am waiting,
gluing my self back together,
trying to find the bits and pieces
I've shed in this process
of stabbing and
grabbing and itching newness
of youthful closeness
and the fusion of two.
Yes,
I said yes.
I'm a hopeless romantic.
And yes,
I am a contradiction to myself. I mean it.
I mean I just want to be great. Fathom why I'm not great.
I want to explore & have an impact on someone's life.
I want someone to tell me that they want to be just like me as much as I would like to be just like you.
I want to touch someone's heart like you have touched mines.
I want you to understand why I'm so emotional at times.
I want you to realize that my love for you is like no other .
I want you to look at me and be amazed .
I want you to look at me & know why you love me.
I'm just a hopeless romantic.
  May 2015 McKayla Riggs
Brittany Laird
There is a girl in a white dress
that's falling for a man who seems so right.
What she doesn't know though,
is just how hard he can bite.

Behind his charming smile
lies a monster waiting to play.
A caged beast is somewhere in there
and it's hidden deeply away.

He howls at the moon as time passes
without his precious prey's folly.
Just how long can she keep him tame
without giving him her body?

She's skipping and dancing,
blissfully lost in the forest of his heart.
Like a doe-eyed child playing as the sun sets,
she's unaware of the woods becoming very dark.

The man's patience is wearing thin now
as she twirls around in that dress.
A growl escapes from his mouth
as if her exposed skin is a test.

The animal is ready to pounce,
he whispers sweet nothings in her ear.
She believes every word like a fool,
looking at him in awe as he lures her near.

There was a girl in a white dress
but she took it off for a man's touch.
How long is it going to take her
to stop confusing love from lust?
I was that girl once.
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