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  May 2015 Nina Campos
Victoria Garcia
Should I be prepackaged in rolls of bubble wrap
Placed nicely in a box labeled FRAGILE
wrapped in layers of caution tape?
Should I come with an instruction manuals and tagged "HANDLE WITH CAUTION"
To others I'm easily broken
But to me I'm incredibly durable
Maybe the only sign I should have is
WORK IN PROGRESS
Nina Campos May 2015
we don't make our homes in hotels
so why am i holding these keys?
i still miss you
Nina Campos Apr 2015
"I do not want you anymore"
The words ring through your ears like church bells on Sunday morning.
Your internal organs do a 360 ringing out all the words hes ever said from your veins.
You scream why in your head as he says "because"  
Tears start streaming down your face while you're being tied to the railroad tracks and heartbreak is rounding the corner at full speed.
He left you there.
right when you thought he wouldn't.
  Apr 2015 Nina Campos
Ordinary
You're his now
Just like how they say "Exactly, it was your seat"

I thought that was my spot, I guess I was just keeping it warm for him
that was my spot
  Mar 2015 Nina Campos
WickedHope
I can't even say          
                                                   ­                        you hurt me
with confidence.          

It feel like this so         
often I've begun          
to wonder if          
                                                    ­                         I do this to myself...

I want to cuss you         
out of my thoughts but         
                                                                ­            I only sink further
into them.          

So I'll pretend it's fine --           
I'm fine -- while          
                                                 ­                             I'm crying my eyes out,
because I don't even think         
                                                                ­             I can blame you.
Crying. Hating.
**** me.
Nina Campos Mar 2015
I hate the way you make words roll down my tongue like a ball on a hill.
I hate how gravity pulls me back into your unwelcoming embrace everytime I stand up.
I hate how your narrow understanding pushes me into the cracking foundation of our fate.
You broke me, congratulations
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