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Rose Amberlyn Oct 2012
These walls are my only protection.
Protection from people like you.
Who are gentle and kind,
who lift the corner of my lips in a smile.
The ones who slowly make their way into my heart,
who take over my thoughts with just one glance at that crooked grin.
Who hold me when I'm scared,
and play with my hands when we watch movies together.
You are one of these people.
Just look into my eyes and my breath begins to shake.
Just brush my hair behind my ear and I begin to fall.
Begin to fall in love.
These walls keep me from the heart ache.
The heart ache that people like you cause.
These walls will keep you out,
you will never get the chance to see,
me smile in the morning,
or my eyelids closing at night.
You will never see me cry,
or when I'm at my most vulnerable point.
One day these walls will tumble down.
But not for you.
Never for people like you.
Rose Amberlyn Oct 2012
Look into two ovals of blue,
Ice caps, the winter's sea, rough, vigerous, cold.
Swimming in snow, through snowflakes, through veins of blue too.
Ice on the surface but water underneath.
Drowning.
Skin white as the snow, struggling.
Waves of warmth leaving her body.
Head towards the sky, towards the air to fill my lungs.
Drenched, heavy blue jeans, weighing me down.
Pull me to peace.
Where two ovals of blue close, and sleep.
Where warmth may be found.
Dreaming of a different set of ovals.
Brown and deep that search for something more.
A hand to reach into my ovals of blue.
That finds me.
That pulls me out softly.
Gentle.
From my battle within this cold.
This desolate despair that makes no good friend.
The ice will melt.
The cold must end.
Blue eyes made of ice.
Awaken again.
Rose Amberlyn Oct 2012
A million butterflies soar across the golden sky.
Maroon and silver wings, gracefully gliding into the summer sunset.
I smile in the glow of warmth that wraps me in good spirits.
Time ticks away but I don't notice.
Enveloped in the moment, surrounded by fate's welcoming arms.
Like sleeping in a bed of dainty purple and yellow flowers.
Soft, peaceful, beautiful.
Smile.
Smile from ear to ear, like you've never smiled before.
Watching giant white fluffy clouds sail through the calm sky's waters.
The sun rises high and touches every spot on planet earth.
Nothing cold, nothing dark, only bright rays of warmth.
Euphoria that lifts you off your tired feet,
lifts your low spirit,
lifts your drained mood.
And fills you with love, passion, happiness and acceptance.
Fly.
Fly.
Fly away.
Save your sadness for another day.
Rose Amberlyn Oct 2012
A delicate heart held in a shaking hand.
Pain.
Sorrow.
Joy.
Love.
I feel deeply; feel everything.
With what you are holding.
Don't close your eyes.
Don't give up.
Stay strong.
Please be careful.
Tender touches, fingers softly stroking my cheek.
Quiet laughter in the morning.
Turning over between warm sheets to see your sleeping face.
So peaceful. So vulnerable.
Leave your guard down for me.
I'm not like them.
I care.
Feet sliding against each other underneath the old oak kitchen table.
Spoons clinking against cereal bowls.
Tired eyes happily wrinkled as the morning sun finds its way in the window.
Warmth, happiness, acceptance.
Don't take it away.
Don't drop what you're holding.
I can only trust so many people to hold it.
Before it falls too hard.
Rose Amberlyn Oct 2012
I tried so hard not to like you.
Not to stare into your eyes and see something there.
Not to hold my breath when your fingertips glide across my face.
Not to want to know everything about you.
Not to miss your arms at night when I sleep alone.
I told you I was stubborn.
That you couldn't sway me.
Not stubborn enough.
Because you got me.
I tried.
Rose Amberlyn Oct 2012
Go.
What is so complicated about relationships?
Love me or don't.
Hold me or don't.
Care for me or don't.
If I wanted a puzzle I would have bought one at the store.
Sail through calm seas in the warm summer sun.
Not rough waters wrapped in the mist of a thunderstorm.
Be honest, say what you are thinking.
I don't want almost, kind of, maybe or possibly.
I want yes, absolutely, without a doubt, and every moment of every day.
Stop loitering and order the **** coffee.
Stop holding up the line and decide.
Stop deciding and choose A B C or D.
Stop, stop, stop or please
go.
Rose Amberlyn Oct 2012
Her breath left her body, sullen in the sun.
The clustered autumn air, crisp as an apple against the tongue.
His smile left his worrisome face, all signs of happiness had been erased.
She was off to far better places, where her troubled mind could finally rest.
The journey and the ride are what is most remembered.
He will never forget the month that they spent,
together in November.
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