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Death is the consequence of life but
People die trying to have a life
When you left you took my heart
And I let you
Because I thought it would be easier
Not to care
But it doesn’t work that way,
And without it I am so dead inside
My body is a skeleton
Filled with crumpled leaves,
Hardened flowers,
Distant emotions, and fading memories
They subside like tidewater out to sea
I feel nothing, am nothing
Not even a ghost
Just a barely breathing being,
Dying six feet under the surface
Paint my heart as empty
all blue and black and grey

Around it perforate a circle
from beginning back to start

Paint it very gently
then quickly pull away

Tearing it out
without ripping it apart

Someday they'll surely place it
in the Gallery of Fools

Inside the Wailing Walls
out past the Hall of Shame

And when the people face it
they'll cherish their own hearts

As if anatomy has
anything to do with pain

©Jason Cole
me
I just want to tell you
I am nothing without you
I'm sorry and I still love you
the only thing I need is you
the only one for me is you
do you maybe wanna grab some coffee some time
I know we can't leave after and go on our special walkway
and I know you asked if you could "please have some time"
but after all, we'll still be alone and have to go our separate ways
when it's all over
yeah, I'll still have tears in my eyes and that pain in my side
when we say goodbye
and when it's all over
I DON'T WANNA BE HAPPY WITHOUT YOU CAUSE IT WON'T TASTE THE SAME
NO I DON'T WANNA BE ACCOMPANIED BY SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T HAVE YOUR FACE
NO THEY WON'T KISS ME THE SAME
YOU ARE WHY I STILL KEEP MY NAME
YOU ARE WHY I GREW TO LOVE PIECES OF ME
THE LAST REASON I FELT A NEED TO BE SANE
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