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Madison Jan 2015
the bottles have all been emptied
my friends are going home with strangers
drunken boys are making lonely eyes
begging me to follow suit

even in my dazed stupor
all I can see is you

I'm not ready to go
I don't want to be alone
I've been here before
so I'll ask again

when the night comes to an end,
is there room for me in your bed?
you're all I'll know the morning after
Madison Jun 2014
He brushed the back of his hand across my face
and his fingers slipped through my hair

He leaned in so closely I could hear his every breath

Our lips met and our hands laid rest
around each other's necks

And I could feel every bone in my body begin to tremble

But I refused to break into the hands of a boy
who would bury me without a funeral
Madison Apr 2014
He touched you on every inch of your skin,
he kissed you hard enough to make your head spin,
but it meant nothing

You tried your hardest not to fall for it but you did,
he won't call back unless he wants to use you again,
you mean nothing

That's what you get when you let people in,
there's never any love in a one night stand,
they mean *nothing
Madison Jan 2014
I contemplated driving to your house and crashing through the window on your front lawn, the one that we gazed through while we were tangled up in your sheets and thinking about how insignificant we were in such a complex world

I dialed your number and deleted the digits over and over and over again when all I wanted was to gently press call and scream profanities at you at the top of my lungs despite the fact I knew you wouldn't have picked up your end of the line
I should’ve just left a voice mail

I wanted to claw through your skin and break your bones and tear your heart out of your rib cage so you would have just a minuscule understanding of how it feels to be without you
I can’t let go, I hate you, I love you, please call me, lets never speak again


It was never my choice to love you
Madison Jan 2014
Last night,
I slept alone
wrapped up in
the freezing cold;
your arms
weren't much warmer
anyway.
Madison Dec 2013
I can never simply scratch the surface
and let things be;
I need to tear open the wound
and dive deep into the veins
To discover why the blood flows
so quickly.
I over analyze
the simplest complexities.
Madison Dec 2013
we've all got bitter hearts
that won't let go
of what our shaking hands
are holding on to
let it go
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