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Maya Jun 2013
you are the sound of
the ocean kissing the
shore.

you are the pleasure of
back massages when I'm
sore.

you are the tenderness of
light kisses on my cheeks in the
morning.

you are the smiles on
my face when you say
good morning.

you are the warmth of
your sweater on me in
winter.

you are the hero who
takes time and removes
splinters.

you are the freshness of
a drink of cool ice tea in
summer.

you are the dim light in
a stranger's window, leaving me
somber.

you are my love
you are my air
you are my time.

you are my laughter
you are my rain
you are my sunshine.

you are my blanket
you are my kisses
you are mine.
Maya Jun 2013
You look worse
since we broke up.
Especially from the
waist up.

You face is hollow,
and the bags
under your eyes,
dark.

You look scruffy,
dead inside,
and that pleases me,
I don't know why.

Good luck,
sadness is such
a sorrowful
little thing.

Look at my lips,
eyelashes,
hands,
and hips.

And slowly,
remember,
sorrowfully,
our last kiss.

-qtsp- 5/23
Maya Jun 2013
I'll show you where the bad ones go,
Land of nightmares and submarines,
Submerging you into the ocean of your tears,
You'll be wrapped in a blanket of your biggest fears.

The trees whisper your secrets, they see everything,
The clouds cry tears for you, but their tears, acid,
And you'll drown in their misery for your misery,
You'll forever scream, “Can't you see what you've done to me?”

The things in your dreams, imagine them,
Are now mutilated at the seams, imagine that,
And imagine that, now you're dead, dead, dead,
dead, dead, blood red, you've lost your head.

You're falling faster, you wish you hadn't been bad now,
I told you I'll show you where the bad ones go,
You didn't believe me the slightest bit, but you should,
If you knew this world like me, you'd **** yourself, you would.

End it all, end it all before it gets any worse,
But it's going to continue to hurt, you're going to continue to bleed,
I hope your fears are scary, tears are red, hopes are dead,
Don't look at me, you heard what I said.

I hope your hopes are dead.
You left me dead.
I'll show you where the bad ones go.
You left me dead.

-qtsp- 5/24
Maya Jun 2013
The Weekend
(The Weeknd found poem)

It's gonna be one of those nights
I'm bout to give it up like I've been holding back all night
It's really hard for me to speak right now
So I don't know what to expect from you tonight.
And I'm not tryna talk, and I'm not tryna walk
I wanna lose myself between your legs
I'm tryna kiss your neck without a word
Say it in my ear so I can hear what you're saying to me.
I promise you'll have nothing to say
You remind me of a feeling that I used to have
I wanna make your body shake
I'm tryna make you numb without a word.
Maya Jun 2013
Five more days.
Dear god what do I want?

I think I want money,
bundles of it,
to buy you a plane ticket,
so you can come home.

Or maybe I want
something else.

Like keys to the truck,
so I can drive to you,
and take you home
with me.

I think generally
I know what I want.

I just you want home.
But that's in more
than five days;
Happy birthday to me.
Maya Jun 2013
Isn't it sorrowful,
ironic,
how I fit almost
perfectly tucked
under your chin?

You're so tall;
From your head
to your toe,
I don't know
where to begin.

Except I don't
like you,
that's the irony,
the sorrow,
and that's how
this is going to end.
Maya Jun 2013
Her
I know you love me
but I know you still love her
And I guess I'm sorry
for what it's worth.

I can never be her
I never even want to try
How can I be so indirectly hurt?
Shaking with sorrow as I cry.

And the only thing left to imagine
is your hand along her thigh.
It slides down her pants and I cringe.
Why do I think these things, why why why

I would surely be a monster
to keep you away
I am just a girl but yours.
My monster wants to play.
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