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 Aug 23 Lyla
rk
tempest
 Aug 23 Lyla
rk
you left
and suddenly i realised
why we started naming storms
after people.
- i wonder if the scent of thunder meeting earth haunts your memories.
 Aug 22 Lyla
Jamesb
I have said I love you
So many times,
Yet that was not enough,
I have changed my very
Heart and soul
To return the real me,
That too was not enough,
I have buttled and battled
For you and for us,
Put self last and
Impoverished myself,
Even so twas not enough

Til now as if waking,
The worried words of friends
Break through,
Ring true,
For all that I
Poured myself out
Over and into you,
The return on my investment,
Love and heart and soul,
That return - requited nurture,
That visceral need for me,
That love returned,
It is actually THAT

Thats

Not

Enough
Sometimes realisations can be painful
When you wandered into my life
The dark room filled with sunlight
But there's no way you could know
I loved someone long ago

Her gaze
Her hair
A soulful song, I played on repeat
So many times that it has lost its meaning

Now I write your name carefully
Across the seams of my heart
Where it has been ripped apart
Repeatedly, repeatedly, you wouldn't know really
 Aug 22 Lyla
Kalliope
I don't know where she went
But she took the silliest things with her
The glimmer in my eyes,
The giggles from excitement,
The rose tint from my cheeks,

I don't know where she went
But she took the wildest things with her
The amber glow I viewed you in,
The flutter in my heart when you said my name,
The peace I felt in your presence,

I don't know where she went
But the things that she left?
The lack of trust for people,
The fear of getting close?
I'll hold them tight until she returns
I don't know where she went
But I wish she'd come back home
Or maybe I hope she found a new home
And she stays far away from here.
 Aug 22 Lyla
Jamesb
Well
 Aug 22 Lyla
Jamesb
I am that well that
Was never dug,
Some people laid scratches
In the earth
But that was all,
Discovered that digging
Is hard and takes
Up effort,
When my soil was not
Already freshly dug
They elect to dig elsewhere,
And leave my copious
Waters untapped,
Unsupped,
Unloved
 Aug 22 Lyla
Kalliope
I can't tell if you're the
Oxygen
Sustaining my life
Or maybe you're the
Carbon
Trying to take it
Either way
It's time to get you out my system
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