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Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
You had to ruin it
Come here and leave a print
Now every time I enter
All things are a reminder

It was my private space
Mine alone, in good and bad days
Where I was safe to be myself
Flaunting my weirdness on the shelf

But it wasn't an intrusion
It was all my own intention
I knew once I opened the door
These inhibitions tossed on the floor

Willingly letting you in my room
Intoxicated with your perfume
And I beam every time I think back
To all my details, you're now attached

Since that night, not a day goes by
I am different since you came by
Yet more myself than I've ever been
My cocoon's yours since you've stepped in.

Now you have to keep it
Come back here and leave more prints
Because my room will feel empty
Because without you, I am just me
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
In my book
You are far from bad
Thoughtful at day,
And sweet at night.
You try to include me
In your decision-making;
Because I have a voice, surely.

In my book
I am never waiting by the phone
Do not expect much,
And you will not hear me groan.
Not once I have to shrug,
Because at any given time
You shower me with hugs.

In my book
I am not taken for granted
You value my love
And I am not left feeling stranded.
There is no discrepancy,
Need not fight for attention
Because you say what you mean.

In my book
My heart is still;
Neither on ice nor fire
And not a bad feeling to ****.
If only I had the chance to rewrite
Because what is really wrong
Cannot bring you to make it right.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I'll lie until it's true,
That I'm fine and not feeling blue.
I will put on my make up,
A brave face to make up.


I'll pretend not to care anymore,
That my eyes have never been sore.
Laughing in your presence,
When I'm suffering in silence.


I'll stay in denial,
That my heart's still set on fire.
Though only cold as ice now,
I'm still lighting up somehow.


I'll put on this facade,
That each night I'm not crying to God.
My troubled thoughts on hold,
This reputation I ought to uphold.


I'll lie until it's true,
That I'm good and happy too.
One day it will be true,
I am free and so are you.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I apologize for my behavior
It's because I cannot see any clearer
Even when things are laid out in front of me
I only mind what my heart dictates me.

Colors and shapes become a blur
Feelings seem not to be what they were
Unless it's as close as one inch from my face
Everything inside will remain a haze.

I am blind without my glasses
A believer until it all crashes
My heart still set on ice and fire
Until I get the new pair of eyes I require.

Maybe I look at things from another angle
But truth in my eyes was never subtle
Will not settle for less than your butterflies
I'm the kind that sees love through blurry eyes.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Was it all in my head
All the things that you said
No depth in your words
When your actions changed my world.

Did I imagine it all
Smashed my heart into a wall
Your meaningless blabber
When your actions made me fonder.

Was I not on the same page
Now I am searing with rage
Only sweet-talking your way
When your actions let my feelings sway.

Did it mean anything
The chemistry was misleading
I heard what I wanted
When your actions were all but honest.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
Her hands are freezing
Her soul is shaking
Is it because it's so cold
Or that racing heart that unfolds

The tension gets thicker
She nervously dithers
Is this really happening
As snowflakes start falling

He takes her lips
They kiss so deep
Under the lamplight
Lovers steal the spotlight

Wrapped in tight embrace
His caress is her fireplace
Under the burning glow
At temperature below zero

An eternal moment right there
All dissolves into thin air
She doesn't notice time just flew
He is her dream come true

They're kissing in the snow
He melts into her shadow
She gives her heart of gold
Love's a flame in the cold.
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2012
I had been feeling a little off lately,
It must be because of this strange melody.
Hearing it once sent an arrow through my heart,
The purest form of pain transformed into art.

A song that was written in a different era,
Each rendition of it revives the trauma.
Words you utter send shivers down my spine,
Between love and pain lies but a fine line.

Ensorcelled by this haunting melody,
No other song has had this effect on me.
I'm trembling inside in awe of your voice,
Hanging to every emotion as if I had no choice.

Blues is playing one note and it grabs you,
Music that is so honest it unglues you.
Cannot listen without a knot it my stomach,
The purest form of pain stuck in my heart.
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