Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
I came over to tell you that I've done everything I can
to get over you
maybe drinking myself into a hospital bed
smoking myself towards a cliff
and overdosing into the shower
     were not the best ideas.
but I couldn't think of anything else
to stray my thoughts away from you
You've been something of an imprint to my mind,
and truly I wish you would disappear from any memory
I've ever held of you or in relation to you
Your eyes were supposed to look into mine on that day,
and tell me
forever
not cut this short for her.
Someone who doesn't know what happy is with you;
dancing in the kitchen until our feet are swollen
we have to lay in bed, undress,
and stare at the features the other has.
Wrap and tangle in the sheets,
but not make love with our bodies,
but with our eyes
Happy is seeing you push your hair out of your face,
so you have a clear and distinct route to my lips.
We were supposed to be stronger than the house we've built,
and according to you whats a house without a foundation?
but whats a house without a home
and for you, home was always with me
what the **** are you doing
(Jan 4, 11:08 pm)
Madeline Frosh
Written by
Madeline Frosh  NYC
(NYC)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems