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words like bullets.

i don't want them to hit me.
i don't want to bleed.

i don't want you to hurt me.
i don't want you to shoot.

i don't want
you to
wake up/
get out of bed/
get dressed/
look at me like that/
close your eyes/
turn around/
turn back/
speak/
turn around/
leave.

but your tongue's on
the trigger,
and my heart's beating fast.
and i'm closing my eyes,
counting seconds,
counting sheep
because you can't hurt me
when i'm asleep.

i won't feel a thing.

you're pulling the trigger
and my mouth is quieting the racing bullets,
but although they're muffled they still hit my ears,
the pain travelling to my heart.

i bite your tongue too hard
and you bleed into my mouth
and i try to forget that you said

"i'm sorry."

and i watch you,
everything in me
still.

everything in me
is
lifeless.
all is well
He kissed me and held my hand
There we were, hoping the night didn't end
Yeah right, were just friends
Do I even need to pretend

Anyways... he touched my skin so softly and I knew it was time
For a split second all I wanted to do was cry
Not out of fear just my heart screaming out how wrong it all was
Sometimes things are wrong in love
I need to move on
Or else I'll die

Why is he this creature, all I see
That thing as you call him
He makes me happy...
He's not a monster... not at all
But clearly he's all I want
He's all I need

Pretty odd me
With that beautiful thing
He'd never harm a bee
And **** right he'd never harm me
I trust him
You see?
A girl and vamp fall in love and she doesnt care what others think about it
 Dec 2016 Rickie Louis
Ramin Ara
Peace comes
From within
Do not seek it
Without


By Buddha
All of the countryside,
towers of brick chimney,
thick dark clouds puff.
Reaching far into the deep blue sky.

The world is smaller, he noticed
a man points to the horizon and reminisces.
"When I was a boy..."
...The thought interrupted by another,
he is reminded of days
When thicket of green and brown...

Songs and chirps
Primrose and poppy
Sunsets and the hill.

Forever lost and tick.

------
Your lips churned lies you choked on so
I cannot sympathise.
Sweep up your bones
and lift them as
a sign of your demise.
My debut collection 'Otherness' is available to purchase now: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Otherness-Joelle-Owusu/dp/1535354585/
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