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Three strikes and you're out.
Be careful where you step.
This heart was carved from thin ice.
Don't gamble on me,
I'm worth more than your dice.
I hear people echo
"I don't want to just survive
I really want to live."
But what if surviving is hard enough on it's own?
What if it takes every molecule of my strength
Just to get out of bed?
What if my past, and traces of it
Including those bits surrounded by ashes
Infect every crevice of my being?
How can I
"Live life to the fullest"
If my body and my mind do not want
To let me live at all?
Perhaps the worst part is
I have no desire
For any Prince Charming
Or dark, mysterious man riding in on a stallion
To come swoop in and save me from myself.
The cold bites
And the wind hisses
The rain spits
And the sun dies
The kids mock
And the teachers gossip
The depression hits
And the anxiety twitches
But nothing
Is as cruel
As you
 Mar 2014 samantha neal
Kareena
It took a picture of you in a fedora
To make me realize
That I don't have any love for you anymore

I was just walking around
Somewhere and saw saw it unintentionally
And you just looked unattractive to me

After struggling with feeling so many things
Disinterest is so freeing
To feel like you looked ugly

To feel something other than
Wanting you
Or being hurt by you
Or feeling inferior
Not good enough to be in your world

Your expression
Your frown
Everything about it

Made me realize
That the unhappiness you really feel
Is reflected outward in your pictures
And that is what made you unattractive
"No one can make you feel inferior without your consent"- Elanor Roosevelt
To clarify, the ugliness on the outside is what I saw from the inside, how he treats people and treats himself is ugly, so I just saw him as unattractive
 Mar 2014 samantha neal
Kareena
It is over.
Breathe
Out
A
Sigh
of
*Relief
For a very stressful week
Lion strike
Lion strike
Laying low
A herd of antelope

Lion strike
Lion strike
Standing still
Staring down the next ****

Lion strike
Lion strike
Hurry, pounce
Abrupt jounce

Lion strike
Lion strike
Hunger subsides
And you survive
 Mar 2014 samantha neal
Jay
They say that there was going to be
six more weeks of winter,
but tonight, I'll sleep comfortably
knowing that I'll be warm.

Tonight I might even go out and look at the stars.
How about you lie here with me
and we can become distracted all over again?

Let me run my fingers through your hair
and bridge the distance time has
built.
Not that great, but some words I've been waiting to say.
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