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Rachel Brooke Feb 2016
we call him Timothy
little Tim
wild child for fun
he has a reckless side
drinks to escape
smokes for elevation
a walking heart breaker.
his jealousy is his protection
his anger his shield
he will watch you cry
then apologize
he will call you names
then hold you as you sleep
take his hand if you dare
but one wrong move and its flight instead of fight
take a walk with the devil
that's a safer alternative
Sweet as sugar
heart of ice
I dare you to take a ride on the wild side
it's a excellent adventure
but don't expect him to fall in love
his heart only beats when he f**ks you
that's his motivation
fall if you must
but if  you do
watch him take a step back
let's just be friends
no explanation
This is Timothy
the king of pain
  Feb 2016 Rachel Brooke
b r e n
You used to tell me that I spoke beautifully
but maybe it was just the words that I wrote down at 4am
because those 4am nights were seemingly becoming a thing
and I needed time to process you
and do all I could to put you on paper
so I said that you fit me nicely.
But since then I haven't heard from you much
and it seems that you've taken my beautiful words
and turned them into the ground and planted yourself a future
and you've given yourself hope that maybe you'll hold something beautiful someday.
But rainy days pass
and you've hidden your sun away
and I'm starting to think that I might not be a part of your beautiful future
so I won't suffocate you with the words you've stolen from my tongue
cause I can still taste them on my lips
inches from where yours used to be when you told me
you'd stay forever.

*spinningheads-andmessybeds
if
If I  were to not talk to you again,
Would you notice?

If I were to just dissappear,
Would you look for me?

If I were to die tonight,
Would you mourn me?

if I were*.....
         would you?
  Dec 2015 Rachel Brooke
Dev A
I miss you
Do you miss me?

We used to be so close
We were best friends
Talking, texting, being together all the time.

But I realized a harsh reality.
I was the only one to make an effort.

You've moved forward with your life
Living in a new place
Making new friends

While I'm miles away
Wondering how things changed from one second to the next
Trying to figure out why I'm not good enough.

We used to share everything
All our secrets and our dreams
All our fears and our nightmares

But somewhere down the road
You ran ahead and left me here behind.

You left me here behind.
Now I'm alone
Trying to move forward
With an emptiness where you lived.
  Dec 2015 Rachel Brooke
curlygirl
her heart beat too fast for him,
too hard and too loud.
he loved to dance to her rhythm,
but his arms could not hold
onto her for long,
could not stand the wildness
radiating from within her.
so she held her breath,
she rejoiced less and was quiet.
her bounding heart slowed to
a whisper
and quickened only when
beheld by him.
she missed the feeling of life
in her chest always,
and soon she herself
became a whisper,
enveloped in the cool silence
of his arms
where she slowly turns
instead of dances.
I don't know why
it just happens
then I find myself
hiding
wanting to hide my face
turn away
pretend it isn't real

I just let it be
knowing inside
or somewhere
it isn't right
it was never right
yet the pain is there

I don't know why
so many suffer
without speaking
but go on hiding
their shame, their scars
their pain

I know it well
as I've been there
scarred
inside and out
never again
to be whole

Yes
the pain is real
it happens every day
but to let it
is not by choice
The pains of physical or mental abuse
is sad. The person that does it
has no heart, or does he? (she)
It's real. It's out there. I was there once.
It isn't the victim's choice. Nor
was it mine.
Rachel Brooke Dec 2015
The lovers game:
The rules are simple
1)Have fun but be the first to leave
2)Don't fall in love and if you do run
3)Never Wear your heart on your sleeve
4)Leave them wanting more
5)Know the game before you play
6)Be a heart breaker


Baby I don't want to play the lovers game
Not with You anyways
We don't have to play
Come let me hold you
I can make it go away
A simple kiss till you forget your name
Laying my head upon your chest
I hear the fear in your voice
This is another first
You know the game well
Hell you created it
But baby some games are never meant to be played.
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