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 Aug 2015 Realeboga M
ZL
tattoo
 Aug 2015 Realeboga M
ZL
Today I got a tattoo,
it reminded me of you.

It hurt like hell,
made me cry,
sadness swelled up in my right eye.

I like things that are bad for me I wonder why?

But it's very beautiful, so now I'm happy,
although at first the feeling was really ******.
I don’t want to read anything about or

or from Maya Angelou

I don’t want.

I don't want to be sad

I know she must have been an amazing person

No, she had to be an amazing person

but I only heard her name once or twice

once or twice

in my life time, in her life time

So I don’t want to be sad that she is gone

That I never knew her

I don’t want to be sad

I don't want to be sad about not reading her material when she was alive.

Not knowing

I just don’t want to feel that way

Not knowing her

Rest in peace, beautiful human being.
I've been looking for you all around

I can't find you in old photographs
And sometimes I can't reach you by phone
    But when I look in the mirror and see my smile

*I know I've found you
 Aug 2015 Realeboga M
Leah
I will not come back with my nails bitten down.
not even for you.

I've been listening to the front bottoms
looking at the spanish moon.
7/22/15
Everyday I grow more and more tired
Tired of living in reality
I fall for my dreams and fantasies

I wonder when I'd live to wake up more
and be happy genuinely right to the core
maybe it's when the memory of me broken gets torn
 Aug 2015 Realeboga M
Leah
my favorite movie
clueless
my favorite song
nocturne
and you would never see them through
and so you would never know me.

tonight I asked you
when you last saw me sober
and you couldn't give me an answer.

tonight, I told you
just how many bottles
of *** I go through
in a week.

that night that I cried
over you
is a continent and a month away
but it existed.

I listen to nocturne
and blues.
and I could've spent this night
alone on your sofa.
but instead I spend it alone
on my floor
because here
I play Chopin
for myself
and not for you.
8/11/15
B
B
Today was goodbye
It feels different this time
Before
I knew you'd be back
Now
I think you might stay away
And I'm not sure
Where that leaves us
But I'm broken
As we fought
It bruised me deep
Cut my heart
Made me weep
And now I lie here
Wishing to go back
Take away the pain
Of watching you pack
I'll see you again
Maybe not now
But this isn't the end
It was just
See you soon
Words I should've said
It's done and over now
You're my best friend
We'll be okay some how
And maybe
When we meet again
We will realize why
Neither of us is very good
At saying goodbye
08-25-15
 Aug 2015 Realeboga M
taylor
the way the light brushes the white of a wall
at mid day when the sun is highest
and the smell of your home most familiar
the way he accepts my palm unyielding
stiff backed, and expectant
not wavering or wincing backward
soft furr tousled, and shiny grey in the
fingers of light through the window
the way your pillows feel in the morning
arms escapsule the cushiony fluff
and the scent of last nights smiles
the silence of your own space
serenity in the quiet against the warmth of your own skin
reminiscing along with swirling cloud like
memories while you watch your cat snooze
serenly on a windowsill..
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