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These wounds won't seem to heal, the pain it stays, it hurts just to feel. Just for a moment, I pray to be numb and have a false sense of what I've become. Broken and bruised, scars that won't heal, building caskets for tears from all these long years. Try again tomorrow, I hear my self say, but it's void when every day is exactly the same.
If only you could see you the way I do
Blinded by beauty,
hanging on your words
wanting to feel your skin
intelligence that baffles the scholars,
hands that hope to hold your heart and protect you
even form yourself
If only you could see you the way I do.
My eyes I can not lend,
but your ears will hear my
tongue sing to you your worth.
Your words I took as truth and it opened me up inside.
As quickly as it began behind your walls you now hide.
But I'm the one to blame for this,
for listening to your words of hope.
Now a fool I've become allowing myself to believe that you're real,
but I could only base my emotions on what you allowed me to conceal...
Consumed I believe the word you used to describe to what I did to you,
but I blinked my eyes,
so fast goodbye now you left
all emotions *******.
I lost my mind when you died
I don't remember the exact time you left,
but I remember how it felt..
and I promised myself I wouldn't speak of you again,
But today i found myself at your funeral.
Consumed with sorrow, I looked into your eyes'
and it was then I knew you were truly gone.
So lifeless and empty,
I was overpowered with grief,
You need a heart to survive;
and without you I lost half of my heart.
So, consider me half dead.
"For I will love you until we become dust, and I will continue until our dust becomes dust."
I don't know much about physics,
but I can assure you I am physically broken,
and if you looked into my eyes, you wouldn't see anything.
No hope.
Nothing.
All I want to do is feel again.
I am numb, and I can't take away the numbness.
I keep reaching for you and as soon as I get close enough to touch you,
You're gone again.
My last wish was to wake up, reach for you, and you be there laying next to me.
Holding me.
Kissing me.
Loving me.
For eternity.
Because I am eternally in love with you.
But you're dead..
and I'm not sure I can live with that.
I wrote this poem about the one boy who will forever hold my heart.  He is not literally dead, but his soul is gone. I don't know if I will ever hold him again, i pray that I do though.
 Apr 2014 Naomi Erin
i
haven't
 Apr 2014 Naomi Erin
i
i haven't
had a dream about
you in a long time.
you never appear
in my blunt, impossible
dreams,
they are all a blur
now,
nearly a smudge,
of what you left me.
i do not know,
how i will stay alive
without you in my dreams,
because that is where you
only appear,
and you keep me alive,
even if i do not want to.
 Apr 2014 Naomi Erin
i
eyelids
 Apr 2014 Naomi Erin
i
my smeared eyelids
from my black eyeliner,
are slowly closing and dropping,
all because i want to live in
a dream, in a world,
where you are mine,
and i am yours.
 Apr 2014 Naomi Erin
i
i miss you
 Apr 2014 Naomi Erin
i
i miss you,
so much it literally
hurts.
and here i am,
looking at your photos
in two in the morning,
crying our memories.
my eyes are puffy and red,
i am writing sappy, love
poems,
and i miss you,
but there is nothing i can
do about it to feel
otherwise.
 Apr 2014 Naomi Erin
Kasey
She just can't play with words anymore.
Everything is coated in a dreary layer of tired eyes and nostalgia.
Every word typed for a different person under a different name
For a different rhyme or reason.
There's no more feeling coming from those fingertips that once felt
The skin of someone not there. The sun when it wasn't shining.
The wind when it refused to howl.
There's only reality.
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