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Rosaline Moray Mar 2013
We were innocent

Quite a while ago.

We did not know

That holding hands was draining love

That sharing hats made thoughts too personal

That raindrops melted our skin together

That our frivolous youth

Made us inseparable

And existing impossible

When we parted.
Rosaline Moray Mar 2013
Lead me to grace
Allow me to be an angel
An angle in a line
180 degrees perfect symmetry with you

What is love?
Is it an abstract?
Black white blue?
Cheesy and tacky?
Or something sinister.
Rosaline Moray Mar 2013
She steals my life, a lot.

She rings my mum, talks to her about stuff I said I would.

Leads that same woman past me and him

To introduce her to her flavour of the month

Though I'm in the fledgling steps of love.

She calls at my house

And sleeps in my room

She wears my clothes

And raves about me about how little I do for her

As she complains about how little she's done in life.

I've given her everything,

This friend,

And she still finds stuff to take.
Rosaline Moray Mar 2013
I wish I could swim in your eyes.
They are the colour of
Deceptively deep lakes.

I sailed in one like them once
The waves lapped at my boat
And the water was cold
And I felt so small.

I wish I could dive down
Find sunken secrets
And lost treasures like
Rings and children's toys.

What I want more than anything
Is to find no ice
To see that you are thawed through
To not be barbed by insults
That I know will melt away
To join the rest of the lake
And drown me, too.

What I want is
For you to fish me out
And tell me it's all a waste of time
To save my breath
Or lose it.
Rosaline Moray Mar 2013
You sit at a piano
We're outside and we're cold.

We're talking about second chances
Now we're apart, now we're old.

I feel your shoulders. You got more toned.
In contrast to anorexia, my fingers have gotten fat.

I miss you, you miss me,
I leave. Almost.

And then you say, you still have to work on things,
The way you talk, what you think, and what you want.

And I am proud of myself for getting angry
For throwing your pride and prejudice right back at you.

I say that you're not perfect either
Your voice, your touch, and your respect for me:

I've had better. But I still want you.
And I know it. And I'm glad you know it now.
Rosaline Moray Mar 2013
Once I was so shy
I
Wore a groove
In my tooth
From eating my hair

And my words.

Once
I stood still so long
I grew tall,
Pulled by gravity that dragged my head along

Far and far away from the ground.

If that makes sense.

Once, I ****** on Jelly beans.
Then,
I chewed on your thoughts
And spat them out
Mangled up

Oddly, kind of improved.

Once, evolution visited me
And like a baby chimp
I grew a broader skull
And thicker skin
And I filled my flesh

Pushing out all air and dust within.
Rosaline Moray Mar 2013
Find me in the recesses of your mind
Dust me off and let me shine
I want to breathe
I want to breed
Create little seeds of love in your heart.
I'm not loveless, I never was
I felt each barb deep in my flesh
Like each barb deep in my flesh.
It hurt when you called me cold
And alone
Because I was
Because it's what you thought
Confident in what you knew
Of a person whom was only ever in love with you.
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