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Sweater Weather May 2016
I have turned you into my very own masterpiece
Is this what you wanted?
Traces of my red wine lipstick litter the defined lines and curves of your body
My nails leaving raised lines down your back
Dark bruises inked into your sun kissed skin
Your breath labored, pupils of your emerald eyes blown wide with lust
Your neat honey locks completely disheveled
Your clothes in a heap on the floor
My hands and mouth have explored every inch of you, and carefully sculpted your body into my most prized work
I have created something worth more than any Picasso or Van Gough
And all it took was a crooked smile and a little whiskey
Sweater Weather May 2016
Love is patient, love is kind.
Want to know a secret?
It's all a lie.
Happily ever after is just a myth.
So my suggestion to you is to plead the fifth

Don't let love's charms lure you in
Trust me, you'll thank me in the end Cruel and ruthless with a menacing grip.
In love's ocean you'll be a sunken ship.

Love is *******. How could it exist?
When time after time I'm left alone in the abyss.
I can't learn my lesson no matter how hard I try.
A broken heart is how I will die.

To my fellow romantics, with broken hearts.
Don't let the world see you when you fall apart.
Sweater Weather May 2016
People are staring, are they looking at me?
What is it this time? What could it be?
I know I'm not pretty or skinny enough
But I put up thick walls and try to act tough
Can they see beneath the surface, through all the cracks?
Do they know about the anxiety or the panic attacks?
Can they see the cuts and bruises that litter my skin?
Oh how I hope they can't see what's within
Sweater Weather May 2016
Can you hear them, the voices in my head?
They're growing louder.
I can't silence them anymore.
Can you hear them, my screams that pierce the quiet?
I want them louder.
I don't want to silence them anymore.
I'm growing weaker, my insanity stronger.
How much longer, til I pull the trigger?
Sweater Weather May 2016
Sweet, pure as the driven snow
Cold, frigid as the waters below
Soft, with sapphire eyes and an inviting smile
Lost, she hasn't been herself in awhile
With a rope, hanging from the tree
She jumps, and once again she is free
Sweater Weather May 2016
My head is throbbing with a pounding migraine
My hand is cramped, never releasing its death grip around my pencil
I scraw various numbers, letters, symbols, and figures across the page
I hear the foreign language of geometry being preached by a false ginger
A continuously unanswered question comes to mind
When will I use this in life?
A realization hits me
I won't
Sweater Weather May 2016
The pain fades ever so slowly now
His poisonous venom seeping from my heart
This venom is unlike any other though
It is stronger than that of anh snake, spider, or other beast
I was so oblivious to the effect it would have on me
A ruby red rose glistening in the light of dawn
Harmless right?
Wrong.
I wanted the rise to call my own
Longing for its velvety petals to caress my scarred skin
I was not even the slightest bit careful
I did not look before I lept
Little did I know the rose had thorns
Lots of them
They added to my ever growing collection of scars
The walls I spent years building up came crumbling down
Coursing through my veins, the poison took over my body
My glass heart shattered into millions of shards
Every breath is a struggle now
Every moment forced to be spent on this earth a living hell
As the venom leaves, a new emptiness replaces it
I feel nothing now, like my body is paralyzed
Something good will come from all of this right?
The empty must eventually go away
It has to
Hope is the only thing left keeping me alive
Hope is moving on to greater things
My hope is fading faster than the venom though
With my last breath, I decide that whatever is coming isn't worth waiting for
And with that I leap, not even bothering to look first
I am feather light as the world around me slowly fades into darkness
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