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Klara Sep 2018
It's as if my body never forgot you,
Your softness, your warmth.
It fit with me so well,
In every curve, in every corner.
Like a missing part.
Its like your touch was always there,
Just softer, more airy, more loose.
Lingering on my skin,
Your lips touched way deeper
Than they should.
It's just as if you never left,
As if you were never gone.
How could you ever really go
When my hand was made to rest in yours,
When your eyes were ment
To look in mine.
Klara Sep 2018
Yes, I was scared.
I tiptoed
Into your little corner.
I was so scared.
You could yell at me
Or hurt me ...
Or simply leave,
And I was scared of that
The most.
Klara Sep 2018
And now I know
About the love
You spoke about so fondly
I never believed
It was mine.
And now I know,
From the way you hate me,
How much you have
To love
This broken soul
Of mine.
Klara Aug 2018
Barefoot, I searched
for him to light me up,
stepping in our little kitchen.
There he was,
standing in the morning sun,
drinking coffee.
There he was,
still and silent,
watching something
no one else could ever see.
There he was,
singing softly,
lost in thought.
I walked in
and just a glimpse
was enough.
To someone rare I've lost.
Klara Aug 2018
With you, I felt
the moonrises on my skin,
the lingering of the stars
in between our bodies,
with you I felt the rivers
washing away all this blood,
I heard the trees
speaking softly,
I heard the tiptoe of your kisses,
you always knew where to plant them,
I heard the songs
hidden in silence, our deep breathing.
With you
nothing made sense.
With you
it all fit perfectly.
Klara Aug 2018
And after awhile
the scary world
became silent
and small
letting me breathe
in the fresh sunset air
until I became,
revealing my wings,
I kiss you goodbye
and I fly away.
Klara Aug 2018
I write,
for my soul is weary,
stumbling under your hits,
and it can not scream.
I write
so you, too, will feel my pain.
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