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The days she finds something new
That whispers “wrong” into her heart
Seem to precede the cold nights
The sad longing of her heart for him
Hurts with the realization of their wrongness for each other
The silences, the whispers
The sound of the shell
The clinkers and the clunkers
All join to tell
A tale untold, yet never forgotten
Of a girl and her beloved
Lost in the mirage of the ocean.

They sit, they stand
They walk, they glide
Vouching their love
O'er every star and tide
Holding hands in trust
Making memories right
As the world bids farewell
And sleeps a good night.
When I first met you I was too shy to say hello,
I just hid behind my brother.
And honestly, I never thought you'd find comfort in the hands of another
So I was surprised to see you at a park with her where you two shared a first kiss
Only four months after a year of us falling apart.

When I first met you I was too shy to say hello,
and for a while you were the only one I could be honest to
so let me say honestly I wish I could hate you,
but I sat where you kissed her
and could only feel red.
It wasn't quite hatred and it wasn't just fear,
It was the realization that you would never be here, where I am, falling apart, looking for a place in your now vacant heart.

When I first met you I was too shy to say hello
But now that you're gone I've let it all go
all my fear and hate the fact that you were the first to date.
The fact that after a year you already picked her out.
But, hey, at least now I can shout.
I can tell them about how I didn't mean a thing,
that even though I love you, no longer do I feel the sting,
that without you around I can finally stand up without that feeling in my gut that I'm just not good enough.

When I first met you I was too shy to say hello,
and let me say I'm proud to be your first kiss
and don't be surprised that you're no longer missed.
I only have one page left to talk about you,
about the pain and suffering you've put me through.
I promised myself I wouldn't produce another book, you already have enough for a shelf,
full of  "I miss you", "I love you", and "Please come back",
well let me tell you now, I'm worth way more than that.
Let me tell you about how I found another boy who can open doors, they're not that rare,
and I'm glad I can say the way you treated me was poor and now I don't care,
so don't think for a second I want you back and don't think that I'm a broken shell with cracks,
because you're thinking of me back then when I was 12,
before you made my life a living hell.

Look at me now because I stand tall,
you can try to push me down but I will not fall.
So here it is the production of me and you,
and for your part I'll find someone new,
but I guess I knew I had to form the start.
So let me rewrite the words and decide what's going to be heard.
I've got this part covered
"Hello, my name is Emilie and this is my brother"
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
Lizzy
I do not believe in love at first sight
for humans have the ability to wear a mask

However

I do believe in love at third sight (if that is something)
because that is how many times it takes to remove you mask
Mommy why does daddy live somewhere else?
I needed to be "me" and could care less.

Mommy who is this man in your bed?
Not sure but he "understands" my head.

Mommy why is daddy so sad?
Mommy was it because you behaved so bad?

Mommy, when I get married who will give me away?
Sorry daughter but I just did that for you anyway.

Mommy why does you friend touch me that way?
What are you talking about? You sound like daddy with what you say.

Mommy where did daddy go?
Was it your fault that he is a no show?

Mommy why?
Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.

Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.

May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.
 Dec 2013 Nikki Whittaker
unnamed
Nothing.
I have Nothing.
No ideas,
No plot points,
No characters,
No adventures.
Nothing.
I keep waiting for something to hit me........
                                                                                                               *Hopefully not literally
The darkness swallows me,
There is no air for me to breathe.
Walking...
Wandering...
Now I'm lost,
Playing in the gorgeous dark
Now my demons want to play.
So wrap me up,
Just hold me tight...
Save me from this beautiful night.
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