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 Jan 2015 Sophie Coleman
MP
winter
 Jan 2015 Sophie Coleman
MP
I think I loved you most the winter your heating was broken
And we’d stay inside all morning
Pretending to complain that we couldn’t get out of bed
Our clothes becoming little islands on the floor,
Ones that we could not quite find the courage to visit

Your hand stayed glued to my hip,
Your breath warming my shoulder
Like a long drag of whiskey
That kind that had a home so far away,
In a glass bottle on top of your refrigerator.
The one that would not be opened
Until that fateful day in February,
When everything went wrong

And on that unbearable night
When you joked that you’d freeze to death if I left you
There was a long silence
Like it might be true.

Now it’s warm enough
That I show too much skin when sitting in bars
And you avoid me like the plague,
Whispering in any girl’s ear that’s near to you
Every time you see me watching out of the corner of your eye

We should have stayed inside when the ice began to melt
Because I think
When those doors opened and we finally ventured outside
The world had changed,
And so had you and I.
 Jan 2015 Sophie Coleman
bones
We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.
Darkness crossed the road
Held out his arms for me to hold
I jumped in and cried "You're my only friend"
When will this end?

We saw the light
Fled astray
"We can't go there" the darkness said
Stay away.

I can't see where I am going
I'm not positive of where I have been
Everything I have ever done, has been labeled as one word
Sin.

I can find a friend in you
Just show me the way
Even in the darkness
I will not pray.

"Where is everyone you need them"? I asked
"They were never really there"
Darkness told me the truth
I don't need you.
 Jan 2015 Sophie Coleman
Mir
You're devastatingly spectacular and I'm impressively subpar. We are like the sun and moon, we cannot exist under the same sky in unison but rather a shooting star merely crossing paths under brevity as we soar in our solo sky.
 Jan 2015 Sophie Coleman
Mir
You were the earthquake who rattled my world
thrilling, exhilarating, perilous
But I was the flood that washed away the world
Not ready to let a soul in
So I swept them away with my rainfall of tears
Till they drowned of my sorrow
And I was alone again
Waiting for another tragically brilliant storm
I'm so trite using storms for personification lol

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