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Things that nobody talks about:
The desperation of loving someone who doesn't love you
How the sun feels warmer when you've spent a year being cold
The feeling of weightlessness after crying yourself to sleep
When he stares long and hard at you and smiles softly, making your eyes feel shy even when you are not
How people who used to exist in your orbit still take chunks off of your surface, even when you've taken so many hits you hardly exist.

Things that nobody talks about:
Even when you've moved on, even when you've found someone who loves you more, even when you've discovered better things, your skin remembers things best forgotten.
Like tiny speckles of dust
Floating in the air,
Almost invisible to the naked-eye,
Unless the light is beaming down,

I inhale your essence,
Intoxicated,
My spirit gets so high
It's impossible to come down.

Unlike pollution,
Your essence is nutrition
For my soul,

Nontoxic,
Each tiny fragment
Fills the void inside my heart;
With each breath
It fills the aching hole.

By Lady R.F(C)2017
20 years
Of love
Kiss me
with every breath
you're willing
to deprive yourself
of.
It's an addiction
I never understood why people compared
kisses to fireworks
until i knew what it was like
to want someone so much
that all you could feel inside you
were explosions.
I guess you're sleeping, I would be surprised if you weren't.
I'm sharing my thoughts with you. I think you care but I'm not sure. People say they care all the time and they really don't.
Maybe I'm sharing with you because you are so far away and it's easier that way. I don't have to see the shame or disappointment in your eyes.
Haven't heard your voice in a while and maybe that's a good thing. Because I honestly for whatever reason believe there is  something different about you. I'm rambling. If you were standing in front of me I would be tripping over my words.
I feel like screaming. Just to let everything out. I am losing myself. I have no idea who or what I want to be anymore. I'm trying to see positivity but I'm clouded in despair and I don't know what to do anymore. I hate that I'm losing me.
It is so hard to breathe, I really don't want to be anymore, I don't care to exist.
I am unhappy.
Craving more than tangible.

Tendrils of smoke curl around smouldering hearts.
Pleasurable shudders reverberate throughout.
Bodies move with fluid grace.
Coming together like they already know the steps of the dance, like they've danced together before.
Perhaps another life.
Excitement lust and passion shine in their eyes
Souls recognize eachother
Two broken beings coming together for comfort only to realize they are not in fact broken but strong and powerful
Eascences come tovether and meld into one another neither knows where each respectively ends or begins. Nor do they care for its no longer important.
Elations rings out  exploding the body mind and soul as they ley fused for a few breathtaking moments.
As the disentangle they come back to themselves but still connected in a way.
Leaving one another with a piece of themselves in te proccess. Craving more than tangible
Delusion illusion. Or unfeigned authentic.
I tore down every bridge,
and every wall to let you in.

I dried lakes, rivers, oceans,
to save you from drowning.

I found myself,
draining in weakness to strengthen you.

You became powerful, you became immortal,
you became my god.

Now I clench onto this sadness of mine.
The loneliness you left behind.

Its the only thing that reminds me,
our story was once alive.

Its my safe place.
When you're gone,

and I need a muse to help
bleed all this pain out.

Like tonight,
when writing about the moon,
can no longer help me survive.


*Sandoval
To Drew..
Her lips, an apocalypse
And I'm on my way to my undoing.
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