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my mind no longer lingers on
my memories of you
my eyes no longer search for yours
and their shade of blue

my stomach no longer turns
when I remember that you're gone
my heart no longer breaks
when I remember I need to move on

I know I'll always miss you
and I'll still have bad days
but although I'm not doing great
I'm finally *okay
The blood splatter dripped and pooled at the floor
       Even time slipped amidst all the gore
I picked a flower in May just to watch her blossom all for myself
Beautiful and brilliant I sat her in a glass on a shelf
I added water so she wouldn't go dry
Magnificence such as hers I couldn't let die
I watched as she grew
Time flew and flew
Her petals orange and blue like a vanilla sky
As she prospered and danced I noticed a change
Something very strange that caught my eye
Her stems became vines intertwined simultaneously with my poetry and life
In place of green,
She overflowed out of the glass in white sheets of paper
And it was there she made her illustration so divine
A perfect drawing of a heart
That turned out to be mine
 May 2016 PaperclipPoems
Viseract
Rain streaking down the glass,
Blending in with mine
Clouds obscuring, turning grey
Smothering the sunlight

So I lost somebody, huh?
Like any other day?
The world keeps turning,
My tears keep running
As I slowly fade away

I liken myself to a magnet
First attractive, then repulsive
Allowed my trust to turn to lust
My actions, compulsive

So what if I fade away
Who would really know I had gone?
Would they think I was ashamed,
As though something had gone wrong?

Well something has gone wrong!
I can't deny it anymore!
I want you back, I can't keep silent
My mouth has words I need to pour!

I'm sorry for what I did
I know it's not enough
But I can't keep my back turned
I may be cold but I'm not that tough!

So please, just please
Talk to me!
Before I fade away
**For I am my worst enemy!
I can be cold, but I can't be tough. Ice breaks easily, and melts easily, the only positive about being cold is if you don't want to be touched, you won't be. People don't like being cold for too long, or touching things sub-zero degrees
 May 2016 PaperclipPoems
DM
he said that he still loved me
and desperately I said I still loved him too
"not too much I hope though"

**because *** and love are two different things
you're a fool to believe him
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