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noelle Nov 2020
the sun rises
the sun sets
days pass

what's the point?
to live?
to die?

you make me want to figure it out, though
noelle Nov 2020
it's just a cut.
it's just a bruise.
"what's on your leg"
it's my new tattoo.

it's just a disguise.
it's just another lie.
"what's with all the sweatshirts"
it's just style, why?

it's just a tear.
it's just a scream.
"why are you crying"
it's just a bad dream.

but it's not just a bruise,
or a tear, or a lie.
it's always "just one more"
until you die.
noelle Nov 2020
i feel like i do the most
and get nothing back.
noelle Nov 2020
i'm breathing,
but i'm not alive.
noelle Nov 2020
someone could tell me every day
that they love me,
but i will always remember
that one time
when they forgot to say it back.

why do we think back
to the negatives
when the positives
are right in front of us?
noelle Nov 2020
the hotel window
from the sixth floor
was higher than i expected.

i looked down
in a longing gaze,
imagining myself slowly falling
and finally being at peace,
dead on the ground.

but i felt something.
my heart was racing:
i was scared.

i was actually scared
to die
noelle Nov 2020
if only she knew
how effortlessly beautiful
she can be.

when i look into her eyes,
i see no darkness;
no uncertainty.

she gives me hope,
and that's all i ever needed
from another being.

if only she knew
how much my love for her
grows each day.

no matter what she does,
or how imperfect she looks,
i still admire every aspect of her.

she has her own special way
of expressing her love,
but i know she does.

i am hard to handle,
and i can be a lot,
but i pray she sticks with me

because it is almost certain
that i like her more than my last.
(and i'm still getting to know her)

dear sophia,
i love you.
yes, this is cheesy
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