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Summer Michelle Apr 2016
Oh Honey,
You can't slither like a snake
Then act like you have a backbone

You can't burn the world down
And expect it to rise from the ash

If your cold heart finally thaws,
I hope you're crippled by the mess you've made

Because you can't clip a birds wings
And expect it to fly higher

Oh Honey,
You can't start a fire
Then expect not to be burned
  Apr 2016 Summer Michelle
echo
I think I loved you out of my life.
Out of existence.
The shadow stayed, though
(as a gentlemen should)
Comforting,
Yet wistful
all in the same breath.
I don't really know how
or why
or when you dissolved,
really.
But I found after you faded
*only half of you had left.
Summer Michelle Apr 2016
Little boy, looked us straight in the eye
He jumped off the bed
And ****** himself saying
"It's pecker time"
He opened his mouth
And he pointed in
Because grandpa said
And grandpa did.

Little boy, four years old
Wouldn't sleep at night.
"The witch" he'd cry
"Lives in the street lamp.
The witch will come for me!"
He'd scream and cry.
No one knew why,
But grandpa did.
It's disgusting the ways that "family" can hurt you.
Summer Michelle Mar 2016
You drink to what I have
And don't,
To what I want,
And lost.

Here's to you,
And your bitter soul.

Cheers.
Summer Michelle Mar 2016
All I want is what I can't have
There's a plague in me

As I walk these streets
with the water soaking me
To the surface comes everything
that I kept buried

It feels like everything in me is collapsing.
I can feel the earth shake

It feels like I'm losing everything
I've ever held at an arms length.

Maybe it's meant to be
but I can feel it slipping away.


In this cold bitter storm
I walk in the streets.
When the drops of rain kiss my cheeks,
I close my eyes
And feel the things I hold in deep.
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