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saoirse Apr 2016
and it sounds cliche
but when I told you
I loved you
I meant it, but what
I really meant
was that I'd destroy
everything
in this world for you,
including myself
  Mar 2016 saoirse
Venny
This goes to all of the women who stay up late thinking about someone who hasn't treated them right. Thinking about how much hurt someone has put them through, not being able to eat, not sleeping. Not wanting to go outside or get dresssed, not feeling or trying to look pretty. Who barely have strength to dance, paint, write, compose.  Randomly crying through crooked smiles trying to hold it together. To those girls who lay in bed asking God why weren't they enough, to the girls who are begging God for the strength to deal with the mess they've been surrounded in To the women dying to feel alive again. Dying to get their soul back, dying to heal. Dying to feel like a human again.
YOU HAVE NOT BEEN TREATED THE WAY YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN TREATED, AND IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOUR POWER BACK. Your soul isn't gone, sweetheart. It is only in repair.
  Jan 2016 saoirse
Langit Mara
sadness, madness:

to have your heart broken
and
to write about it
like it's the most beautiful thing
you've ever felt
and experienced
and
like it's the most beautiful thing
to feel

when it actually kills you.

— l. m
saoirse Jan 2016
you told someone today
that i never really cared
and they told someone
that told someone else
that told me

i told someone today
that i always care
far too much
and that i was scared
and i pray
and i hope that they will tell someone
that will tell someone
that will tell you.
a part of me hopes you'll never read this, the other prays you will because maybe then you would understand
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