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 May 2013 Skye Applebome
Caroline
you swine,
i had just met you
then a day later you held my face
called me gorgeous
then proceeded to call me
and continuously fantasize about
making out with
innocent little me

you rose,
we did not flirt
but we were so honest
i trusted you with everything
you're the sweetest guy
i've ever talked to
but you deleted me from your life
i'm not sure why

you child,
i ran after you in 8th grade
you flirted with me
only for your amusement i suppose
since i caught you kissing
on another
now we're best friends

you soul *******
beautiful
terrible
sweet creature,
you read me like an open book
you knew of my innocence
but were aware of
other tendencies without me even
addressing it.
you held me and hit me
i love you i hate you

*love, caroline.
Please,
Do not ask why (I) am sad for I do not know any better then you.
You'll only get annoyed for me not giving you a straight up answer,
You'll only think you (need)to work out a solution.
But please,
Don't tell me that (you) think I'm 'depressed' for I am not- I'm not upset all the time.
I can still smile once and a while,
I might even crack a giggle for a little.
A smile really does have a quiet rhythm to make people stop asking questions,
But at (t)w(o)AM at in the morning when everyone is asleep,
I am alone, -and oh my,
I feel so lonely.
I can't (help) but to get so down that I simply don't know what to do with myself,
I will do anything to avoid the feeling.
So please,
Don't leave (me) alone because ;
(I) (Need) (You) (To) (Help) (Me).
 May 2013 Skye Applebome
Anne M
He nipped
her lip the first time.
Back against the brick wall.
Bottles warming,
soon forgotten at their feet.

There was something
so urgent
in the way they fell--
limbs tangling on
or against
any surface that
could hold them.

But those surfaces were edged
in pasts long hidden
and razor-sharp,
wrapped in caution tape.

And they remembered their fragility.

So they tucked
in their elbows and
side-stepped each other.
Trading bitten lips
for shattering glances,
they told themselves
No.

But sometimes,
in quiet moments,
the Yes still breaks through.
Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
You to are so perfect.

You're so sweet to her,

and it just looks right.


Why can't I just accept that?
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