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 Mar 2014 rainydaysunday
Robin
I didn't realize I loved you.
Not when you saved my life
Or when you drove me to hospital and stayed up with me all night
Or when you grabbed my hand because you saw my pain
When you knew I had troubles and helped me change

You were my family at all those soccer games
You always came and screamed my name.
I didn't realize I loved you, though you knew my whole life.
The only friend who looked at me with pride.
The only person in the world who'd seen me cry.

I didn't realize I loved you, no not at all.
Until that night, in the kitchen, alone with you last fall.
Watched you laugh at my stories, the ones you'd heard before.
Saw those eyes of yours that marveled and never seemed bored.
Heard you hum the same song you did every day and smirk when you saw me looking your way.

And when you burnt your fingers on the stove and put them to your lips to cool.
Never, have I envied anything more than those fingers, in that moment with you.
And you didn't pull away when I took them in my hands, and kissed each one.
Felt your heartbeat as I whispered in your ear, both us of coming undone.
I didn't realize I loved you but I knew it then, In that moment,
My skin on your skin, Whispers of love filling the room again and again...
Hello there
Do you think you could bear
To sit with me awhile?
Maybe smile
And pretend you don't feel uncomfortable while I try to hold your hand?
I'm sorry
I just can't stand
To be without human contact
Because
I might be going blind
But mind
You it's not a physical blindness
But more an internal sightless-ness
I can still see your face
But I can't see your heart race
At an ever quickening pace
As I tell you how lonely I am
You want to leave
But I can't tell when to leave
Well enough alone
And you're checking your phone
But I don't get the hint
You lent
Me you ear for a second or so
And I claimed it for a year
I'm sorry
But I'm in the dark
And could you please mark
This as the day I lost
The last
Of my sanity?
I just try so hard to be dainty
And that's not me
Never will
Because I have much too big a build
And I guess that's ok
But I'm not sure
And I'm sorry
I know you don't care
And I probably scare
You but you seemed so kind
I thought you might not mind
Talking to me
Why is it that
After such a long time,
I still think of you?
A black dot in an otherwise white area.

You're still there,
Poking at my heart.
Seeing if it will make me feel your presence,
A **** that makes me feel you again.

Since we ended, I have been numb.
Something that doesn't feel,
That doesn't care.
An empty vessel that wants to be whole again.

But even if you were here,
It wouldn't matter.
Because you were never truly here.
Your mind always elsewhere because of your youth.

I am glad, however; quite happy not to forget.
So far you're my deepest black spot,
A lesson learned to regret.
I will remember your type, and will NEVER EVER fall for it again.
The pulsation of my heart as it flies across the keyboard
has broken the realm of reasonable
and the verdict for this insanity
is a rung bell
Let the open-ended battle
rake in my oppression until I'm begging
but my blood pumping-now gushing shall bring about
the enlightenment:
only the strongest survive the lies, and the cries
only add to their excitement

I've situated swell here, wrought wells near of a fear so ghastly
there's more salt than water
and somehow it's hotter than the older stories
of Hell in it's glories
with rivers for sinkers
run red from the clinkers
The fragile burn in my vile.

Then one little girl
up-heaved my determination
with a situation that left me speechless
An ice ripped my fire with the touch of those fingers
and hand in hand I watched her stand
and I couldn't see through
that colour blue
unknown to me
was the land of sea

I stayed there blind, unaware of wickedness
let alone the wrongs of my own
But she, in wiser, stood up to the ignorance
and bravely took an oath

"I am the strongest
You are the weakest
But I will save us both"
Also confusing, so questions are great, or comments, whichever!
all the english teachers
tell us how writing about someone
will make them live
eternally
but my words on you
aren't to keep you around--
for you were a horrible person
in your slick corduroys
and sweaters
and the way your hands moved
ever so gracefully over the strings
of your guitars.
my words are to rid my mind
of all the horrible abstractions you
placed before me
to help me forget the words
you sang to me
from your rhythmic lips
and forget the warm embraces
the sweet kisses once shared
and the way our eyes gleamed
when looking at each other.
my words about you aren't to keep you alive
they are to choke out my dreams
and **** the love we had.
I want to hold her.
Sometimes I wish to curve myself onto every inch of her wild body.
We share a skin-ship,
and it is because of this that tension arises.
We casually breed an exotic essence,
a colorful blend of warm, unbidden hues.
From an outside perspective it cannot, will not be understood.
We have both succeeded in the task of draining each other's sanity;
She because I am needy,
(Constantly pulling and pushing);
And I because she is stubborn --
She is like the iron strings of a freshly bounded Acoustic guitar.
To have such a person as my muse,
I cannot tell whether I am blessed,
or if I am hexed beyond all compare.
It is not that I am in love with her,
or her golden-flecked vermilion tresses.
I simply, implicitly feel the need to explore her.
It is I who implores her bold ambiguity,
whilst she stands bare to my artistry.
Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
'I'll do a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use,
2B or not 2B?'
today
while smoking a cigarette
   I saw a butterfly
dead on the sidewalk

it was neither gruesome or disturbing
in fact
it was almost peaceful in a way
   just nature at its end

I wish I was a butterfly
transformed
from wretchedness
into something beautiful

to you:to me

the attraction is anything but
      physical

it eats like hell
for a solid week
   sleeps for the next three
emerges
   arrives
evolved
   into the sky

life is now at its most poignant pinnacle
beautiful
tender
vulnerable
utterly free
no longer even bound by gravity
     I bet that's a ******* trip
but
      there's always a but
irreversibly limited to a handful of days

I wish I was a butterfly
alive for a month of this ****
and then beautifully
quietly
lie down on a sidewalk
and die.
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