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violet
wrists
tell stories
no one wants
to hear
sad
I know you're
sad
you don't hug like you
used to
but I have grown to love you
what you have come to
be
I hope you get everything you want
maybe
a house and some kids
maybe travelling to
foreign places
or maybe it's finally
feeling happy again
you lick me clean,
(no need for seconds)
i am dinner and desserts,
wrapped in one.
i have metamorphosed.
(you chipped and cracked until
the cocoon fell and shattered)
sticky air kisses my collarbone,
you slurp the salty water because no one can
satisfy you like I can.
the fields tingle through my old bones,
the lakes shiver upon my friable vents.
i am free, darling,
free only when i am with you.
my father Spoke to me
quite plainly Today

about how my mother was Concerned
with my reclusive manner

he said that she was afraid
I was Suicidal.

Not entirely true
I'm just Brainstorming.
your words are delectably dark
the most intriguing sentences form in my ears
i can barely take them all in
you have me hooked and i sense my soul being
dragged under your blankets
but i can't feel a thing
i grab your face and search it for something i cannot find
where has it gone?
i sink back now
you aren't who i fell for
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