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The last few months I could feel you in my veins

And I pushed aside every thought and dream I had

And here you are

And my heart has that pressure it use to

And I have to be strong

Because I cannot let myself love you again.
Pen
I wonder sometimes about those lost words

Written on stray pages that just seemed to vanish

Floating away into nothingness

With more heart and memory than I can contain in just this keyboard

The pen is mightier

The pen is more honest

And now maybe those words

Written in sloppy haste

Can bring someone else peace.
There you are

As always

Trying to light a fire

With nothing but a single match.
Why and how

Are so many of our young innocent bodies stolen from us?
Why is it

We love the ones who hurt us

More than the people who love us?
What if I'm settling too much?


And I miss out on what I've always wanted.
Real love
Here I am again

At the edge

Trying to decide if I can leave

Or if I have to stay

Trying to decide if my heart can get any heavier than this moment.
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