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Like a pencil marking You fade as I erase you from My Mind But your imprint will always remain My always there ghost You follow me I analyze my every breath and movement, You're the bomb I'm the trigger Your collar slowly becomes tighter. I'm waiting. My body grows heavy but remains light for you I'm hauled away from everything good. Your shoulder hurts pressed up against my chest I feel but I can't move Imprisoned in myself I lay I lie You lied I thought you'd be gone But I knew you weren't I prayed This is a nightmare You were the worst I've ever had But that's okay I knew this inevitable kidnapping would eventually come. I'm relieved I'm shackled to you There is now no me without you This isn't my love being written for you This is my fear As it pours outside, and my parents are looking for me I'm with you I hate this body of yours I hate it when you crush it against mine I want my nerves to fry But waiting for this inevitable kidnapping was worse.
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
Guarding Angel
Like a pencil marking You fade as I erase you from My Mind But your imprint will always remain My always there ghost You follow me I analyze my every breath and movement, You're the bomb I'm the trigger Your collar slowly becomes tighter. I'm waiting. My body grows heavy but remains light for you I'm hauled away from everything good. Your shoulder hurts pressed up against my chest I feel but I can't move Imprisoned in myself I lay I lie You lied I thought you'd be gone But I knew you weren't I prayed This is a nightmare You were the worst I've ever had But that's okay I knew this inevitable kidnapping would eventually come. I'm relieved I'm shackled to you There is now no me without you This isn't my love being written for you This is my fear As it pours outside, and my parents are looking for me I'm with you I hate this body of yours I hate it when you crush it against mine I want my nerves to fry But waiting for this inevitable kidnapping was worse.
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17/F/Lousiana
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
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