Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
I've never been good at
Being touched.

Though the fingers
Of endless suitors
Have traced incomparable
Lines of affection,
They all stroke
The same wounds.

New hands feel like
Recycled lullabies,
Humming promises
Of a new melody,
Singing a remedy for
My impassivity.

Whether words fall
Passionate or
Fearful,
Endearment lines my lips
With an expiration
Long enough to convince me,
But short enough to leave me.

Reminding me:
The disintegration of
Indifference
Remains
My prerequisite
For destruction.

So before you
Touch me with
Promises of a new
Orchestration,
I'm already marking the
Days until you leave.

Because my skin
Is tired of
Intruders hidden
Behind momentary
Infatuation.

So keep your hands to yourself.
 Jul 2017 Emma Faith
Allyssa
'Cause when I say, "Go to sleep,"
It means, "I love you."
Or when I tell you to eat,
That means, "Hey I care."
When you tell me that you love me,
and,
I call you an idiot,
That's me saying it back but with the equivalence of stupidity.
You are the reason I stay awake at night and dream with my eyes open,
You are the stars in my dark sea that I have been constantly trying to drown myself in,
You are,
For Gods sake's,
My Planet Earth because what else is going to supply me the oxygen I need when my brain says,
"Don't breathe."
You make me not want to die when all I could think of is dying cause you know,
Depression.
You are my alarm clock to when I sleep in,
My everyday phone call,
My back up plan when my back up plan needs a back up plan.
There are a billion of people out here that could have chosen me to deal with but you,
You at least tolerate me.
Thank you for the tolerance, at least.
Love.
I saw galaxies in your eyes
But all you saw in mine was your own reflection.
 Jul 2017 Emma Faith
PixieWee
We gifted each other dead roses..

Light hearted kisses turned into a thirst for one another..
the type of love meant for a lover.

And in sinful desires and lust we were drenched..
The type of love that struggles to be quenched.

Her nails carved crimson chasms across my spine..
a clear visage of Red Rose vine.

Her Scarlet lips drew blood to my collar..
she was gifted with the ways of a master but was merely the scholar.

I gifted her with a lilac necklace while she gave me a rose-petal tie..
I closed my eyes blinded by an all time high.

The petals bloomed with personae on my neck..
She imprinted every move on my body until check.

We lay in the sheets like two roses wrapped in a bouquet.
Twisted as one I knew that we'd be okay.

We hid our thorns in the beauty of the moon light..
Our love slowly softened nearing midnight.

We lay there together entwined with one another..
In this life I knew we were destined for each other.

~p.w
-05/07/17
It took me forever to write this piece and I'm still unsure of it. I hope you enjoy it
 Jul 2017 Emma Faith
g
what is love
 Jul 2017 Emma Faith
g
5 year old me
thought it was
sharing things with people
crying with them

12 year old me
thought it was
holding hands
the term "boyfriend"

15 year old me
thought it was
kissing
touching

18 year old me
now understands
love comes in many different forms
sometimes in words
sometimes in expressions
sometimes in staying
and sometimes in leaving.
maybe someday i can fully comprehend what love is :")
Next page