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Rebecca Figueroa Feb 2015
Coming home never seemed like a bad idea.
After being away for about seven years, I thought maybe everything would be the same.
The people, my friends.
Was it such a crazy thought? To think everyone would the same people as they were in high school?

This aching feeling in my soul is starting to take over me. I get high.
To forget the feeling, for a couples minutes.
Then I'm back to where I started...

Growing up never seemed like a negative thing. It was supposed to be so exciting and thrilling. I now realize it's full of life ******* you over, repeatedly.

Walking back to the past, during present time. Almost like time traveling.
I need to get away, but I don't know where.
Rebecca Figueroa Feb 2015
I breathe you in,
Inhaling all the pain,
Exhaling the peace.

Addicting, your taste, your high.
Your smell, as strong as air.

Higher, I fly to another world.
A world full of thoughtless thoughts
Nothing but peaceful happiness.

The trip down,
I fly higher
Rebecca Figueroa Feb 2015
Today I heard a song,
Memories flushed back, like streaming water from a river.
One song....
That's all it took.

Now I find myself writing poems about you.
Words on a page that will never get to you.

Pointless. Pointless. Words.
Rebecca Figueroa Feb 2015
Two years later I find myself missing you.
Five years together, Two years apart.
One heart,
A million feelings.

Wondering if you still think of me.
Of what we used to be,
Of what we used to have.

Because I find myself trapped.
Trapped in a feeling of love,
Feelings that will not go away.
Feelings that haunt me, like a spirit in the dark.

Does it have a meaning?
A meaning I have not yet understood?
Will you come back? Or are you gone forever?
Because I am trapped in your love and I can't let go.
Rebecca Figueroa Jan 2015
Empty, I see memories walk by me as I ponder on the past.
Back lashing at the times when we had a blast.
Pretending we were family, brothers and sisters.
Doing reckless ****, tearing everything apart like twisters.

Concluding we were all soul mates
Thinking meeting each other was fate.
Two years, that's how long it took for our souls to match
Yet a year for our souls to detach.

We look at each other now like a yearbook
A book full of memories
Yet characters who never really knew
Knew each other for who they truly were.
Misguided Souls.
Rebecca Figueroa Sep 2013
When the sun goes down, the night emerges
in a blink of an eye, everything changes.
Happy mornings, Lonely nights
how I wish I could go back.

To the day where it began.
When everything was fun and games.
When the nights lasted for hours
because we were under each others powers.

You kissed my cheek, but really it was my heart.
The touch of you felt complete.
It was the end yet a new start.
When I closed my eyes, my heart skipped a beat.

The saying, "You don't know what you have til' it's gone"
Is a saying I will forever depend on
because I now know what it means to feel alone.

Now you are gone
Like a cold winter night
Wanting to hold you tight in my arms
and tell you, I miss you

But you're gone
This I know.
Nothing will be the same
It's just a hollow feeling left inside.

All there is left to do is hope that life brings us back to each other,
to never fall out of love.
To always love each other
like the first night where it all started
& you held me
to never let me go.
Rebecca Figueroa Aug 2013
A dark foggy night,
full of thoughts
full of beats
full of scents

The thoughts in your head
the beat of your heart
the scent of your body

Your body on me,
the heart beats faster
as I get weaker.

The weaker I get,
the better it feels.

My body tingles
from head to toe
like being shocked
my body locks

Locks like a treasure
A story to make
a lesson to be made
memories to create.

A foggy night,
full of love,
full of lust,
full of you.
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