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Scarlett O Jun 2014
I woke up,
covered in sweat,
completely naked,
in a  strange, yet familiar bed.
The room was brighter than I could withstand
and there was a dog asleep on my feet. Goose.
I roll over to find a tattooed arm flying toward me.
A smile creeps onto my face,
as I remember where I am
and I settle in right underneath that tattooed arm,
still covered in sweat, with a dog on my feet.
The room smells like ***
and it's still too bright.
But my creeping smiles never fades
even as I fall right back asleep.
Nestled
Comfortably
In his chest.
Scarlett O Jun 2014
An Unquenched thirst.
A dreadful dehydration;
drowning in a pool of
salty water.
  Jun 2014 Scarlett O
Haruka
I stand on the rocky ground between heaven and hell.
My mother once told me that you can't have it all,
but she never met you with your sweet lips and soft eyes.
I loved you deeply,
fully,
wholly.
I loved you more than I loved my own consciousness.

Somone once told me that falling in love
felt a lot being set on fire.
Watching as you disappeared in front of your own eyes,
dwindling down to ashes,
love felt a lot like being ablaze.

You were my inferno.
You were reckless and you burned bright enough to blind me,
but you also warmed me from the inside out.
Looking back,
I can't tell where you stopped warming me,
and began burning me.
I never noticed my fingertips turning to ash
and my heart hardening from your touch.
But I needed you.
I needed warmth, even if I knew from the beginning
that you'd be my demise.
I would always choose the most lethal weapon.
You were no exception.

Your love was fire,
it left me with scattered fragments of my former self.
And it's tragic that I'll always need someone to piece me back together
so that I can feel whole again.
When I loved you,
I watched everything fade around me,
until you were the only one left in my universe.
So when you left,
I felt this desolation that swallowed me from the inside.
Love is a paper boat that sinks,
and I am a sailor that never learnt how to swim.
Scarlett O Jun 2014
An ache of sentiment,
In a caste of doubt,
Passion Pandemonium,
Questionable clout.
How did I get here?
Clouded rationale.
Brewed into a perfect storm of
adjudication,
for every mistake made,
for every lie told,
for every feeling shared.
Dragged through the weeds,
and flickered through the clouds.
I'm not sure which way is
O U T .
Scarlett O Jun 2014
Stuck behind my eyes,
in the forefront of my mind.
You call me the bane of your existence,
but you stole my line.
You,
My dear,
My kryptonite.
A path of beautiful,
chaotic,
exhilarating,
destruction.
My drug,
my addiction.
For the one guy I can't ever seem to forget, the one that tears up everything I thought I was, everything I think I am with just one look, one memory, one story.
Scarlett O Jun 2014
He has
absolutely
N O
Right.
It's beginning to become unfair. . .
Scarlett O Jun 2014
9W
I just hope he has the patience for me.
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