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ac May 2014
it's not like i love you,
but you taste so good,
and you make me so **** happy.
you almost make me want to.
- a.c
i tried with this poem lord.
ac May 2014
if somehow, i forgot who i was;
do not remind me.
if i cannot swallow down my food;
do not tell me that it is because of the weeks i have starved myself.
if i feel this sudden guilt but do not remember why;
do not tell me why, say that it'll pass soon.
if i cannot fall asleep;
do not tell me i have insomnia, kiss my forehead and lay next to me to soothe my soul,
because i do not want to remember who my past self was.
i wanted to forget.
and i did
so do not tell me who i was, let me re-live.
5/25/14
2:38 AM
ac May 2014
the kisses you once gave me on my collarbones and wrists are fading away
and you're not here to put them back on.
- a.c
5/24/14
ac May 2014
if there was one thing i could always talk about,
it would be his eyes.
the way the edges of them crinkle when i tease or joke with him;
makes me melt with what you call love.

they say the eyes are the gateway to the soul and all i see in them,
is me.
- a.c
5/6/14
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