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Peach Aug 2014
If life is but a series of confessions
Then, allow me to confess
Cause this unavoidable winter chill
Is making me reel
For once just tell me how you feel
Tell
Me
How
You
Feel

***

I fake myself through the day
Probably about 170 different ways
Underplaying wrong intentions
Avoiding any type of intervention
I allow the masses to steal
Anything I have left that makes me feel real

Maybe it's the universe
Fate is often twisted
Because I can't stop giving
Beyond the cost of living
This life is unforgiving
And I'm too broke to afford the cost of healing

© 2014 Peach
Why do I always get trapped in these conversations?
Peach Aug 2014
The end,
Felt every bit as sudden as the beginning
There wasn't any magic,
No mysticism to evoke comparisons of the divine
It was simply an instant reality
That no amount of prayers or wishes could change*

______

And I will never find the words,
They elude me each day
Mocking me from their unattainable perch with glee-

People write of love that is
Everlasting by definition,
Beautiful in it's absolute distinction
And worthy of praise and adoration in it's splendor

Somehow,
They fail to mention that love,
Pales in comparison to the sorrow that follows

I miss you

© 2014 Peach
Peach Jul 2014
This love is so restless
It's making us reckless
99.9% of the time
Oh but baby you're mine...you're mine

We sip our way into the wee hours of day
Drinking every bit of champagne
Hoping to sustain
Dying embers of the flame
Take me back to the night we missed our flight
We were lying in the sand
Playing games of naked twister unplanned
Every demand was issued like a command
Call me crazy but I loved each reprimand

One day maybe
I'll be your leading lady
Until then, baby don't call me baby
I lost my soul somewhere down in Haiti
Love me like crazy

I was losing the fight
Holding tight to the edges of fragile delight
Moaning between every bite
You had me trembling at the increase
Racing fast like lightening towards release
Prime and ready to please
But only if you please
My only goal is to appease
Raising the heat by degrees
Wearing what's left of my chemise
I'm far from a trainee,
A tease waiting anxiously on my knees

One day maybe
I'll be your leading lady
Until then, baby don't call me baby
I lost my soul somewhere down in Haiti
Love me like crazy

Love me like crazy...

© 2014 Peach
Random conversation leads to random memories. Random memories lead to random writing.
Peach Jul 2014
I prefer classical music
On days when I'm feeling numb
The exquisiteness of it all
Breathes fire into my soul
Slowly bringing me back
From an unending abyss
Until I feel almost human again

There are times
When I seem to be consumed
By an utter sadness
That not even I can write about

Should I explain?

I like to light cigarettes
Only to watch them burn away
Gradually turning into bits of ash
I miss their taste
And it's only then that I realize
That I don't drink enough
It's another weakness I'm not allowed

These days,
Pride seems to be my only salvation
Or perhaps it's stubbornness
A sheer force of will to get through the day

Either way,
Dreams remain pain filled
Life is a constant fight against the bleak
And I break mirrors every day
Cracking my reflection with ease
To fragment this forced smile
It's a necessary evil...
To hide everything that I feel
Because surviving is the only thing that matters

To be honest,
Happiness is something I can't touch
An emotion that I can't quite fathom
Though I can't seem to stop trying

Every jungle needs a queen
I'll be ****** if it isn't me

© 2014 Peach
I dislike when people ask me to describe myself
Peach Jul 2014
My own darkness terrifies me,
I am right to be afraid
For there is nothing...
Absolutely nothing,
That I wouldn't do
To avoid this unforgiving hell

© 2014 Peach
My mind is the best prison, it tortures me so well.
Peach Jul 2014
I dreamed of tomorrow
But chased my yesterday
I wear my heart like a dried ink stain
Black and misshapen
I like to pretend it didn't happen
Some things bring it all back
Memories fatally attack
A scent
A stray thought
Frozen on the floor
Trembling in knots
Perhaps I really am that *****
I know not when I became filled with such rot

© 2014 Peach
Peach Jul 2014
Have you ever
Brushed a feather
Against someone so wrong
That they were absolutely perfect
And you could watch them,
As easy as forever
Dancing in a torrent of rain
Because they were enough
And you were enough
Even though they never said it
You felt it,
You felt it much too well

Yeah, neither have I
Perhaps that's why I don't cry

© 2014 Peach
Sometimes I have a weird sense of snarky humor
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