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 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Doy A
If he did not matter
And I did not care
Why does his voice echo in my head
On sleepless nights

Mornings cold, sheets unmade

If he loved me so
And I did not want him at all
Why can I still see his smile
Every time I look up at the clouds

Sun blinding, skin pale

If it was my choice
And his heartbreak, his loss
Why do I find myself
Writing these lines today

Clock ticking, time slowing

If I am unhappy
And he is long gone
I know for sure I'm stuck here
Regretting, longing

I thought I was the one
Who got away
But clearly,
He's the one who got away
With my heart.
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
WickedHope
Fit.
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
WickedHope
Sometimes,
puzzle pieces
are nothing more
than jagged chunks
of cardboard...
And sometimes they make a whole.
- - -
Prove it, *******.
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Rachel
give me a moment to clean the cobwebs of the future
off my face
there, now I can see where I got me
look in the mirror and love my body
and maybe save the girl who for the past year I've been burning alive

you can spend three forevers looking for arms to embrace you
only to forget the ones on each of your sides
there must be a reason
they bend towards my ribcage
and wrap around my heart
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Lena Bitare
I asked "who is she?"
You said 'just a friend"

Then I saw the smile she threw on your face.

I realized.

*It's the same smile you gave me, the day I first saw you.
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Lena Bitare
That's the problem.

You said that's your favorite song.
And when you play it on repeat,
Your ears sore.

And when you find a better one,
You stop the song, you ignore.

*Then you said I am your favorite
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Lena Bitare
She said she can leave without him

But the mere thought of it kills her

So how is it even possible?
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Born
Your Words
 Mar 2015 Millerdeux
Born
Sometimes I write words that I think are perfect and mighty

but when I read your words ,they ******* me ,they make me feel like a nonsense trying to make sense

They make me Wonder, why should i call  me a poet
With words that don't rhyme  
or flow

But again I believe that this words are perfect and mighty
they gave me hope
I found peace whenever I wrote them
I floated like a feather and forgot my permanent scars
with these words am a Knight and a hero
what are you with your words
Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....



~Imperfect Desire **
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