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if you're going to call me easy
for giving all i have to give
then perhaps you don't deserve my pleasantries
i'm not quite sure where to begin.

formidable in your fleeting ways
i come crawling from beneath the sheets
of the earth's gentle waves
my lips trailing down
from your head
to your feet

and maybe this love is dead,
darling
but that's no reason to say what you have said.
scarring
my thighs and taciturn wrists
my heart goes racing after
the taste of your lips

letting go ain't so easy
for this star crossed lover
for you, it seems as simple as breathing
while i lie under covers
in your bed
in your home
on your street
on my knees
i'm running red
now, why don't you pick up the phone

it appears i've caught a cold
in those winter winds
it appears my antics have grown old
after all, i'm just a kid

what are you, where are you,
my lovely young wanderer?
i didn't mean to smother you
possessive is just part of my nature.

where you tread
alive or dead
i will follow you.
 Dec 2013 Tabitha
Megan A
It struck a chord in me to say the least.
Your voice filled with the hurt and pain
that I experience most nights alone in my bed.
Your eyes allowing me to peak into your window
and see underneath the layers of self-confidence
where I’d find the same marks of doubt.
I should have known we were one in the same
the day you told me I was pretty
because you saw the sadness in my arms.
But instead, I dug deeper into myself
searching for love that would never arrive
and in people who wouldn’t think twice
of sailing me out to sea.
I needed someone like you who understood
how my scalding showers shed the skin
I could no longer bear to be in
and how no matter how loud I sang
the suicidal thoughts wouldn’t go away.
I never realized I needed you,
but ******* did you need me.
You viewed me as your sunshine
when I only saw myself as shade.
I’m sorry that my words are coming to you so late.
How could I have been so blind
when you could see right through me?

“How would you feel if I killed myself?”
Well,
do you ever think that butterflies
floating from flower to flower
wonder “what’s my purpose?”
Because I never thought something so beautiful
could question its existence.
 Dec 2013 Tabitha
Lenice
Not her
 Dec 2013 Tabitha
Lenice
If they were to look at me
The way thy gaze upon her
Surely we could be
But there is no we
For tis not I that thy prefer
I, well tis just a friend
But if you wish to differ
I promise thee it will not cause I to suffer
Though I wish thee not pretend
Be honest with I
Or surely this will be the end
For tis not love that thy send
 Dec 2013 Tabitha
Allisen
Listen
 Dec 2013 Tabitha
Allisen
"Listen" they say.
But what am I listening to?
Them? How can I trust them.
Myself? Hell no.
My heart? Never pay attention to that fool.
So I'll listen to everything.
Until I hear nothing.
 Dec 2013 Tabitha
Kopter Zero
Cover
 Dec 2013 Tabitha
Kopter Zero
A teeny tiny scratching sound
Comes closer
A whirring descends
I can cover my ears
Or my eyes
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