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Sammy Whitelaw Apr 2014
I'm always so cold
if I could just kiss you
one last time, I know
that the fire inside of me
will be ignited so bright
that it'll burn for the world

s.w
Sammy Whitelaw Apr 2014
the city lights fascinate me
but the only lights              
i am interested in are the ones
in your eyes
s.w
Sammy Whitelaw Mar 2014
it's 6:56am and I can't stop thinking
about the way you held me
at 6:56am on January 25th
and how complete I felt
with your arms around
me and my heart
in your hands

but now it's 6:58am
and I can't stop thinking
about the way you crushed
my heart on March 4th
and how lost I felt with
no arms around me
and my heart still
in your hands
S.W
Sammy Whitelaw Apr 2014
for some reason
I can't stop searching the faces
of all strangers that pass me
in hopes that I might
possibly find you in this
empty, godforsaken city
s.w
Sammy Whitelaw Apr 2014
I smell of stale cigarettes
and my makeup is always off
and I can't stop listening
to sad songs that remind me of you
and people say to me
'get over him he isn't worth it'
but I know that every
single second spent with you
were the most precious because
even if we did nothing but stole kisses
and held hands under the blanket
it was still a successful day
because you were my poison and
my cure. you broke me and fixed me
all at the same time.
s.w
Sammy Whitelaw Mar 2014
i knew you were dangerous
but i'd never wanted to be    
in danger more than the
very moment i saw you.

S.W
Sammy Whitelaw Oct 2015
“He had hazel eyes and street smarts” She said, smiling ruefully.

“She had viridescent eyes and a guarded heart” He murmured, his eyes shining

“I was leaving in 6 months and he had a troubled soul” She touched her lips as if remembering a kiss

“She smelled like fantasy and tasted like melon lip gloss” He couldn't take his eyes off his hands

“I think he tried to love me,” She said

“I loved her more than anything in the world,” He said

And it's that word: ‘tried’, that gets caught in her throat. She takes a breath and continues.

As if the memory of her was too much to bear, he got up and walked away.
S.W
This is based off a prompt from the writer Sue Zhao her tumblr name is blossomfully.
Sammy Whitelaw Mar 2014
I can't stop thinking
about the next time
I see your face

I can rehearse
and rehearse
what I'll do
what I'll say

but all I'll know
is that you
didn't
stay.
S.W
Sammy Whitelaw Mar 2014
i remember the night you called me,
completely intoxicated by
good people and cheap alcohol,
you told me, you’d
never love anyone
as much as you
love(d)
me.
S.W
Sammy Whitelaw Mar 2014
and i called your number for the
first time in months
and all i heard back was
‘your call could not
be connected please check the
number and try again’ and that was
when i realised that i should live in the now
not in the then.
s.w

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