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Michaela Apr 2014
I just remembered the way you looked,

when you were sleeping next to me…

and how amazing it felt,

when you were the first thing I saw

when I woke up and opened my eyes the next day.

Then I realize,

it’s not the same now,

I won’t have you that way again.

I have to sleep on the other side now,

'cause if  I sleep on my right,

all I’ll see is your face,

all I’ll feel is your your breath against my skin,

all I’ll hear is your voice whispering in my ear,

and all I’ll ever think about will be you.

I have to sleep on the other side now,

'cause if I don't,

I’ll keep on loving you.
Michaela Apr 2014
**
So many to touch;

but none to hold.

So much time to waste;

but no one to spend it with.

So much love to give;

but none who wants a single taste of it.

*How can so much feel like nothing?
Michaela Apr 2014
*
It was crazy amazing,

what felt like a lifetime,

was nothing but seconds.
Michaela Apr 2014
Coffee lips.

so bitter

yet so sweet.

You keep me awake

yet you make my heart palpitate.

Do I need you

or want you?

Coffee lips.

Your taste

I always crave.

Your bitterness

I cannot avoid.

You surge through me

like a drug

You flow

just like blood through my veins,

Coffee lips.

The residue sticks

to my sleeping lips

and by your taste

you wake  me.

Coffee lips.**

So bitter

yet sweet.

So lively

yet deadly.

I need you

more than I want you.
Michaela Apr 2014
*
I keep falling in love

I keep falling in love with the thought

of you falling in love with me, too.
Michaela Apr 2014
I hope you see me
when you close your eyes

because in the darkness
I want you to remember me,

and how I was once the brightest star in your skies.

I hope you miss me
when you catch a glimpse of me

because you’re alone now,
I want you to remember me
and how warm it was to have me around.

I hope you feel lonely
when you see me smile

because you know you’ll never be happy
at least not like when you  still had me.

I hope that there’ll be nights you cry yourself to sleep
missing me, and wanting me back.

Because I did.

I wanted you back,  I missed you and I always remembered you.
Michaela Apr 2014
Why do we do

the wrong things

for all the right reasons

and the right things

for all the wrong reasons?

Why do we say

the wrong things

at the right time

and the right things

at the wrong time?

And why do we love

the wrong person

at the perfect time

and the perfect person

at the worst time?
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