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Feb 2015
i.
As children it was innocent
Not much older now, but I still
Don't want to let go because I can't forget to
Remember the years that felt
Endless.

ii.
Thinking his car was some symbol of freedom was such a
Youthful mistake; he was older and
Let me drive him crazy,
Even though he let me go
Right before we crashed.

iii.
Called me after the sun came up and
Held my hand as we
Rode in his truck.
I can still remember how he moved his first time.
Saturday night or Sunday morning, who knows,
Time blurred when I looked directly
Into his face.
Always closely watching me;
Never looking away.

iv.
Jumping
Out of my
Skin
Every time I'd hear that ring but
Phone calls could never
Hold us together

v.**
Bottles of pills,
OCD filled.
Better yesterday,
Better tomorrow.
You never understood his kind of crazy.

vi.
Needless to say,
I can't get over the way you
Consistently
**** me.
Madison
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Madison  New Jersey
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