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I would love to say "I Love You".
But I'm afraid that I'm just in love with the idea of love.
And that makes me sad.
What is love if not confusing.
It's one of the greatest things if you can find.
And one of the most terrible things if you can't.
one of these days im gonna fly.
fly away from this small town with jocks who take life for granted.
fly away from the people who hurt me.
fly away from judgement.
fly away from disapproving stares at the grocery store.
fly away from my parents arguing.
fly away from my brother's drugs.
fly away from my too busy schedule.
fly away from stress, from obsession, from therapy.
fly away from all that is wrong-with me, with my family, with the world.
oh yes; one of these days you will watch this "tortured soul" fly.
and when im gliding you, i wont be flying.
ill be soaring. and all you will do is gaze, open-mouthed and amazed at the simplicity beneath my wings
 Jan 2014 Savannah Charlish
Jay
The way her hair framed her face
was unlike anything I had ever seen.
It accentuated her character far too beautifully.
She often stayed shying away under it,
but when brushed away,
it revealed the most adorable face.
Her smile hidden behind hands.
She was fragile and amazing.
And as I gazed into her eyes,
I felt something I haven't in a long time.

Let's run away together.
Leave everything else.
And please, let me look into
those passionate eyes of
yours a little bit longer.
Why did it start?
To end in disaster.
Why did you end it like that?
To get away.
Why did you do it?
To be cruel.
Why do you insist on treating me this way?
Because I am love and
I am here to **** you.
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