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mia b Dec 2013
Saw a shooting star when the voices in my head said run away.

But the stars thought differently, they said stay.

They saw me struggle, and instead of me gone tonight they sent a star.

A sign that everything would be fine.

One day I hope to be as selfless as the stars and leave another without any scars.
mia b Nov 2013
You asked where I went
You asked who I went to see
You even asked why

But did you really, ask *why?
mia b Sep 2013
I've known you since before,
the stars of the night fell into our eyes
when we danced upon my rooftop &
the whole world seemed to stop.

A couple years, back and forth,
with no idea that we'd get here.

Running in separate circles,
startled when we found each other.
In rooms filled with people,
dancing in their formal.
Letting our bodies do the talking,
our sight locking.
Picking up where we started,
a new world now lighted.

We share this connection,
made from natural selection,
that could control an ocean.
That when we'd kiss align,
the tide will sway along the seaside.

Reluctant to waste a minute,
against your return into orbit.
Afraid of the distance,
I'd spend away from your fragrance.
Longing the touch of your skin, friction,
anxious to know your every disposition.
Bodies electrified,
a feeling we can't hide even if we tried.
mia b Jun 2013
Dear boys,

Why do you make us fall for you then leave so soon?

Sincerely,
Confused girls
mia b May 2013
can't you see?
your wake
is late

you took your life, away
& the one you call your wife,
does not want to stay

& the baby you call your first
is about to burst

my lungs can't hold on any longer
i've spent too long under water  

& now that you're awake,
you've realized your mistakes

you cannot undo the past
or make up in the eyes of absent

can't you see?
your wake
is late
mia b May 2013
i don't know how i'm gonna get through tomorrow.
i'm at the pit of sorrow.

i don't know how i'm gonna get through the rest of this week.
with the flies of betrayal flaring around me, so to speak.

i don't know how I'm gonna get through the one after that.
any volunteers to drop me in a toxic vat?

because anything could feel better than this.
at least there i could find bliss.

and i know this comprehension is two-sided.
however, could you walk through a tunnel called misguided?

my apologies, my thoughts are in knots.
but i suppose irony has a way of perceiving, reason does not.
mia b May 2013
i want to live for what i have yet not done and seen
but how can i?
when my demons constantly whisper, "leave or you'll end up like us."
but they are demons, are they fooling me?
if only i can take a time machine
to see, would this life be worth living?
down i shall lay
peacefully, in my head there would be no more mess
but they are demons, are they fooling me?

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