Manda Leigh: Poems

Jul 2015 · 172

Untitled

Manda Leigh Jul 2015

Untitled

you are the sunlight to my days
as i am the moonlight to your nights

when two souls are meant to be,

they trail each other for eternity,
keeping constant balance;
harmony

Feb 2014 · 183

i don't know

Manda Leigh Feb 2014

i don't know

someone asked me,
"what would you do if he came back,
and he said he loved you?"

in a moment,
my heart became heavy
and eyes became sad
because i don't know what i'd do
except tell you,
i love you too

Feb 2014 · 215

him > him

Manda Leigh Feb 2014

him > him

now i'm in some other boy's clothes,
and i smell like him too.
it makes me queazy
when he tells me he misses me
while i'm missing you.

Feb 2014 · 182

untitled no. 2

Manda Leigh Feb 2014

untitled no. 2

i cried for you,
i screamed your name
and prayed that my love reached you.
please tell me,
you felt it too.

Feb 2014 · 298

cigarette burnt skin

Manda Leigh Feb 2014

cigarette burnt skin

you're very much like
the cigarette burns on my skin
in time, you too will fade
leaving scars
little reminders,
of how you caused such a stinging pain

Jan 2014 · 345

like a plant

Manda Leigh Jan 2014

like a plant

once you go
my heart
will grow
cold

and i'll become
bitter
because you let me
wither

Dec 2013 · 219

a poem in 5 words

Manda Leigh Dec 2013

a poem in 5 words

this time it was bad

Dec 2013 · 1.4k

sadistic angel

Manda Leigh Dec 2013

sadistic angel

beat me,
bruise me,
tease me,
make me beg for more.
gag me,
throw me,
make me bleed.
whip me,
bite me,
make me scream.
bend me,
bind me,
make me sore.

or

hold me,
kiss me,
and never let me go.
rock me,
touch me,
like you want to know more.
trace me,
praise me,
leave your mark with me.
smother me,
drug me,
eat me whole

because you love me so.

Dec 2013 · 283

untitled no. 1

Manda Leigh Dec 2013

untitled no. 1

i never knew my bones could ache,
until i met him.
i haven't eaten in three days
and my ribs are poking my stomach
and hips are sticking out.
my touch is faint
and my head is pounding.
my knees are boney
and they clack together as they tremble.
my lips are dry and scabbed from picking at them,
missing his.
im cold and empty,
i can't sleep.
we're not in love,
but god,
could we be.

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