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chris Mar 2020
i yearn to be loved,
    even if i’ll be alone in the end
chris Mar 2020
i want to live a normal life,
     in the space that i've created.
chris Mar 2020
the outside world is dangerous,
    full of people obsessed with faking happiness.
chris Mar 2020
even when the morning comes,
you're still in my bed, but

it's so cold
chris Mar 2020
who
are you?

you aren't the one I fell in love with.

something has changed
and you're not the same, I hate it.
  Mar 2020 chris
pearl
the love shown to me
by any other
is but a poor imitation
of the love
you gave to me
it has been 4 months and my bed still feels empty without your warmth beside me.
  Mar 2020 chris
honey
your curious gaze,
teasing smile, laughter. languid
like straight tequila.

ever flowing and
missing the rim of my cup
an intentful flow.

alikened to shame and
reddened on my dark cheeks like
ripened tomatoes.

you are a pleasant
sharp tasting fruit. bitter yet
ready to be plucked.

vineless. ever free.
forbidden. incandescent
and reflective shine.
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