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margaret flowers Jul 2015
reaching for you
on the other side of this bed
shouldn’t feel like reaching for the stars
trying to fit orion
in the palm of my hand
and yet
my arms stretch
and my fists
close over nothing but air
Awake from the nightmare,
But bending again to the new one dawning.
Sometimes I think of you darling,
Wondering, wishing, waiting...
What would you do if I told you exactly what I'm thinking?
It's not what you're thinking.
Shove love back a page,
Mages can't lay their finger here.
Would you?
Could you?
Drive five,
Maybe ten hundred miles
To save me from myself?

I want to ask you,
Will I be the cause of my own death?
xuans Jun 2015
cry yourself out,

let the tremors in your heaving shoulders shake away what was once so loud.
a love once clear as day, and without a doubt. I'll learn to love myself.

let your tears wash away all the anguish of yesterday; it will all be okay. I'll learn to be strong.

let the dust settle into place, let reality sink in — to the left side of my bed where you used to lie next to me. I'll learn to sleep alone.

let your scent, the smell of home and warmth go, away with the summer wind. I'll learn to sleep in a scentless room.

let your familiar warmth fall away, slowly — I'll learn to survive on my own heat.

all the things I'll have to learn to do without you; I think I'll be able to do it.
I'll rely on the faith that you always had in me and learn to be better...myself.
Diba May 2015
You run with the stars and get lost in the wind; poetry falls from your lips like raindrops.
Your eyes are the sea, one second a silent shore and the next, a ******* hurricane.
Your love turned my thoughts into quicksand, and hope was like endless vines growing through your veins.
Your mind is a storm and your smile is the sunshine.
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
Because it's 4 a.m. now,                                                             ­                           

I am outside my house tonight,                                
Sitting in my tree,                                                            ­                                      

Knowing of all the things that are not alright,                                                  
      ­                            knowing I'm trapped with my own thoughts,
                             of self hate,                                                          
                and my only friend right now,
                                  is a ******* tree,  
                          Because they don't have cell service
                or phones,                                          
                             Because they never had a humanoid option
                                      even on man,
                             so while you sleep thinking
I'm fine,                    
           Know that it was a lie,                                                          
an­d I may think                      
of all the ways                                                             ­   
to                                                              ­                                    
go                          ­                                                          
die,                                                            ­                                          
but to leave the world                                                            ­    
       I can't have anyone on my side
and the tree is on my side,                                        
                   ­             and does a good job
                                                                ­             at pretending
                                                                ­                                             to be you,
                                                            ­                                telling me      
                                                        ­       I should of,
                                                             ­                                   just      
                                                                ­                             talked
                                                                ­                    to you.        
                                                                              but,                 
                                                I lied
                                                to you                
                     instead.  
I'm sorry,
my possible                          
friend.* 
____________________
just a little thing I wrote one night and typed up finally *** it almost faded off my arm x.x
Diba Apr 2015
Finding comfort in liquor and meaningless kisses.
I'm a walking hurricane
But you didn't care and kissed me anyways,
I didn't know you were scared of thunder until the day came where my skies became gray and it started raining in my heart
My storm came,
Secrets stained with blood and covered in old scars you still don't ask me about
Our souls danced like the falling raindrops
Shadows of us just watched as the day you took my heart away forever
And when you left
There was an eternal winter inside me
I tried to fill it with late midnight men who didn't know my name
And i only knew yours
Waves of insanity slowly creeping up at me as i try to block them because ****
i love you, i love you, i love you,
but you don't love me anymore
Mariana Legaspi Mar 2015
I could tell you that it's 4 am and I’ve been reading through our old texts and that I still miss you.

But the truth is,
It's only 8 pm, and I'm really tired
and I've erased your texts long ago.
The only thing I have to remember you is my memory
And we both know is not good at all
Diba Mar 2015
You cracked my ribs and ripped my heart out, and stole the stars out of my sky and planted them in your eyes, in that moment i swear i realized that you were not my world anymore, you were my universe.  Now i’m trying to scrape up what’s left of me off the sheets we made love on, but my hands are still drenched in your blood.
You broke the right pieces of me, and i admire you for that.
No one has ever been able to take my breath away like you did that night you spoke like soft kisses on my neck while my hands were tangled in the knots of your soul, i swear it was the happiest i’d been in years. Remembering the comfort i found in your eyes made me feel homesick.
Diba Mar 2015
your words are like ink bleeding into my skin and i think they seeped too deep because now i can still feel you under my skin making a home in my veins.
“you’re beautiful” doesn’t mean a thing anymore, i buried myself so deep in you that before i knew it i was 6 feet under blank spaces, words unsaid and empty “i love you’s”.
I swear i will spend the rest of my life picking you off my skin.
That day you told me “i know i said this was a mistake i just wish you didn’t look at me feeling like one”
Diba Mar 2015
you will feel empty and you will want to drag that razor across your wrist and pray for the courage to cut a little deeper but I promise you this is only temporary.
2. Be kind to everyone. They’re all struggling through something and so are you. They are just as scared as you are. It’s okay.
3. Breathe. It’s alright you’ll be okay. Just breathe. You’re okay. Open your eyes, it will be okay.
4. Your mother warned you about the people who will break your heart but not the ones who will take your breath away with a single glance and shatter your heart with every word. No one will ever prepare you for this.
5. When you find yourself on the bathroom floor at 4.am with blood-stained wrists and shaky hands, pick yourself up, look in the mirror and say “I am worthy” Because you’re all you have. In the end, it’s just going to be you.
6. “I love you” doesn’t mean i will never leave you, i know she’s beautiful and she writes you poetry and her eyes have stars planted in them. I know she kisses you like you’re all she has left but you need to let her go. I know you love her. But you don’t need her anymore.
7. If you want to **** yourself, wait a day. Go for a jog, talk to someone about the things you love. Everything will be alright. I promise you that.
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