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Oct 2012
I can no longer
run and hide from this
this love,
so pure and crystiline

There's movement here
in my chest,
where my heart used to be
when it was new
and beating

I sweat and sin for this
drink my baby gone
and bleed for it
this sweet and sticky thing,
they call happiness

It's addicting
and I've always been a fool
for drugs
a sucker for a hit
strung out on kisses and sweaty palms

I'd be new for this
get clean and pray for it
for a chance to be new again
my feathers unruffled
and my hair untangled

No more make up smudges
black **** covering my eyes
waking up with tears
because that girl is gone
and this one's newly forming.
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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