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Quetta Rose Oct 2018
He laid in bed staring at a shiny tin,

She let the silver streak red across her skin.

He tried to focus on tomorrow,

Her heavy-heart fill with sorrow.

He thought about how so many months ago he called her a liar,

She thought of the way he looked when she called him a pathetic crier.

He thought about how she was so far,

She studied the heart-shaped scar.

He typed a text but he deleted it,

She tied and hung a noose then hid it.

He tried to remember the curve of her lips,

She brought the ****** blade to her hips.

He played music and wondered if she still had that ferocious fight,

She tried her best to make the physical pain last her for the rest of the night.

He received and read a text from his girl and he tried to sleep but his mind betrayed him,

She cleaned her mess and slithered next to her temporary lover and she looked at her drink filled to the rim.

He cried holding his pillow and wondered if only he had been enough,

She silently cried telling herself that she had to be strong and tough.

He tells himself, 'If he had loved her a little more, maybe she would have stayed',

She tells herself, 'If she let him hold onto her heart, maybe she wouldn't be afraid.'

If only neither of them was afraid to stay...

She loves him and he loves her, in life and death to this day...

It's funny how the universe can work this way...
Quetta Rose Sep 2018
He looked her in the eyes and saw the trouble,
But he couldn’t have ran into her arms any faster.
“You’re the calm to my storm, my sanctuary.”
He mumbled into her neck,
She laughed and closed her eyes.
“you have me all wrong.” She whispered back at him.
“How’s that?” He asked bringing her neck to his lips.
“Because I am the storm. I bleed and exhale chaos.”
And I never thought it could have been said better.
Quetta Rose Sep 2018
I wish I understood the way you feel but I can’t,
I don’t know why you wish me not to rant.
Because if truth be said you were the one that let go,
You pushed me away,
So why is it you’re mad when I touch his heart?
When you know my heart belongs to you now and from the start
I wish we had better luck,
I wish when I needed to that I gave a ****,
I wish you had the guts,
The guts to tell me to never cut.
But now you’re a diamond in the rut.
And I’m in quicksand sinking to the bottom,
It’s our love that we both reap,
But we are in too deep.
Quetta Rose Mar 2019
Her voice was lamenting and sweet,
full of sugar and pomegranate seeds.
Her eyes were dark and bright like the night sky,
could've sworn I seen stars.
She was beautiful in all ways someone can be,
But, she had a soul so dark it smothered all light.
Despite that fact, I was still in love,
The devil was once God's favorite angel—She was the fallen angel from my heaven.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Hazel eyes and red tears,
fakes smiles and little fears.
Confused voices in his head,
mean girls in his bed.
broken girl who broke his heart,
selfish girl he's loved from the start.
New kisses and foreign hugs,
powdered filled nose and **** filled lungs.
Broken hearts and unforgivable choice,
her hands retracting around his head with her convincing voice.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
powder in her nose,
drink in hand.
head in a faraway land,
tears in her eyes.
Memories of mumbled goodbyes,
heart beats in and out of sync.
Relapse with the beat,
game with her feet.
wispy black hair and loose limps,
forgetting everything except the feel of her body,
losing control.
how could she fall so surely to her rock bottom,
when she was with him she was higher than a kite.
so why must she say good bye to that high,
Him
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Him
Was I weak for letting him do what he did?
Did it make me pathetic?
His face stains the inside of my eye lids like bitter red wine would stain a white dress,
His voice is vividly there every time some one calls my name.
Sometimes I can still feel his fingers exploring my body as if he hasn't tainted every inch of it down to my split ends,
sometimes I can feel his lips grazing my ear to whisper vile things.
He has control over me despite the fact he can't physically hurt me anymore,
despite that fact his memory still haunts me...like an echo of him.
His echo lies in bed with me every night,
his echo hides in my shadow whispering all my insecurities as if a second voice,
his echo traces every kiss,
his echo makes love to my dreams creating little demons.
His echo follows me as if it's the ghost of someone I killed...
Maybe it is the ghost...
maybe it's my ghost.
The ghost of who I once was before him.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
"Can I kiss you?" You mumbled catching me off guard,
"What?" I asked thinking I heard you wrong, You laughed and turned away but I grabbed your arm.
"Come here," I whispered and you leaned in, our lips connecting perfectly.
We both laughed and pushed against each other.
We did this for twenty minutes before the bell rang, "We should get to class."

You pulled me into you, "Just friends?" You whispered against my ear. I nodded and whispered back,

"Just friends."

Because neither of us want to believe we are both teenagers madly in love.
Quetta Rose Sep 2018
It’s hard to explain my love for you,
You told me that I loved the thought of you.
It’s funny to think that you lied in a way,
Because I hate the thought of you,
I don’t know how to explain.
It brings me to tears each time,
Oh, the irony to think that it was once just you and me.
It’s so hard to believe.
That you’d just up and leave.
Quetta Rose Oct 2018
He loved her,
She even met his mother.
But you need to understand that she never learned to love.
She's only seen small memories between her mom and dad.
She was so surrounded by the abuse and lover misuse,
All the men she knew hurt her,
Even her daddy...He hurt her the worst by dying when she needed him most.
His love was nothing any more but lovely memories and a faded ghost.
All she ever did was loth,
and her mother locked herself away and mopped.
Boys took advantage of this,
men figured out how to use her more.
When they were done they only told her she was nothing but a little *****.
So when he showed her that there is such a thing as love,
She felt she needed to run.
What has she done to deserve such a beautiful thing?
Was god playing an awful joke?
Had she finally lost her mind?
Was she running out of time?
Now she only wishes to press rewind.
Maybe if she didn't run she wouldn't be alone.
Maybe he wouldn't have some many insecurities?
Only if she showed him all her insane insecurities.
Maybe she wouldn't have so many impurities
Quetta Rose Sep 2018
There’s beauty in the rain,
Just like there is beauty in your pain.
There’s a gift about your tears,
And your anger is some what of their worst fears.
There’s an attractiveness in your fierce personality,
People fall in love with you because of your ability.
Your ability to take away all sense of thought and reason,
They call you a witch, but No man cares about the treason,
You’re by far the most magical thing to exist,
I have every reason to resist.
But your kiss,
Is pure bliss.
Quetta Rose Sep 2018
She is like a storm,
Everywhere she goes disaster follows,
But look in her eyes and you’ll see the beauty of it all,
Be the calm to her storm.
Be the rain that’s falls.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Her eyes were dark,
Her voice was captivating,
Demon in disguise.

He tried to be dark,
But there was a little spark,
A fallen angel.

A lonely road,
Is where they had met by fate,
With nothing to lose.

They had hell to raise.
Quetta Rose Feb 2019
Maybe it was her smile...or the way she chewed her lip when shes thinking...or the way she shook her leg when scared or mad...maybe it was the way her black eyes looked welcoming...what ever it was, I fell madly in love with her.
I fell harder when she looked up at me bruised cheek and shaky hands...Her once bright black eyes almost dark grey...she grabbed my hand and placed it above her heart..."I wish we met before I met him..." she whispered and leaned in to kiss me...I obliged.
My heart broke when I heard her screams down the road...I raced to her house barefoot...when I reached her she was already dying...a knife in her stomach, blood pooling around her...I tried to put pressure but all she did was mumble loving words and goodbyes...I watched as her black eyes glossed over and her chest stopped moving...the moment her heart stopped beating so did mine.
I died as I watched them close her casket...They carried her up a hill next to her mothers grave...when they placed in the earth....I did everything I could to not jump in the hole with her...
My heart beats once more when a blued eyed her girl smiled at me...
I heard my love whisper in my ear..."You deserve happiness."
Quetta Rose Oct 2018
with my wrist slit and my lip bleeding; chapped,
The winter slithering and nipping my skin; kissing my hips.
I’ll write a song with my tears and blood and I’ll let the birds sing it in the morning; well they make the most innocent love,
The crickets will hum it at night and the wind mixed with the autumn leaves will carry it to you.
The night will whisper it in your ear,
The tree will dip it in your fears,
Even in your sleep, you’ll hear.
You’ll hear my sorrow and my wrath at tomorrow,
My scars on my arm will show you that I have a voice that needs to be heard,
My beautiful pain filled tone will be learned.
The birds will sing,
the crickets will hum,
The wind will carry,
The trees will let it be heard by even the deafest ears,
Your dreams will know my pain and the fact that I have nothing to lose and probabilities to gain.

— The End —