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Eisen Pacheco Aug 2014
Love doesn't live here in this room, there's only me and you, and the roses covering this floor that take me back to the nights where we knew what we were fighting for...

There's a thousand things to say but I've got just so few words. And every time I hold your hand it reminds me of my own funeral

Cause you take the best of me and you throw it all away. But if you didn't want me for who I am, then why do you still stay? Another nail in this coffin door. Love doesn't live here anymore.

And in the summer we both danced by the fire we built in the sand. But it was too close to the sea And the waves put out the flame that burned in you and me.

But I never wanted things to end like this... We're still holding onto cold hearts. We're still trying to make a spark within our kiss, but it was over from the start. And now we don't make sense anymore and we're dying just to find if we're worth living for.

Cause you take the best of me and you throw it all away. But if you didn't want me for who I am, then why do you still stay? Another nail in this coffin door. Love doesn't live here anymore.

And now I have a blank canvas, but you just fill it all in black. And you leave an empty hole where my heart should be painted at. But I'm learning to take control so I'll paint it red myself. Because I know that you can't paint me properly when you're just wishing I were somebody else.

So I'll let your hand go and I'll take the best of me. I'll learn to make it on my own. Within this dark room I am freed. Another painting on the wall.

Love lives in here after all.
From my acoustic project "Those Summer Nights"
Kalia Eden May 2014
Learning from inside-out, crouched, how do I tie this double-knot?
Acoustic ambience bouncing around in the space between my ears
Creating songs the shape of you,
sea of sadness.
Melancholic temple,
where you have gone to worship all your life,
is burning to the ground in great, blundering flames.
Was it you
who nearly drowned
last June?
Was it you
who never
ever
let them
forget?
imadeitallup May 2014
here's to the inappropriate bonds
the secrets that form between us
all of the nights spent hating all
of the things that we'll never admit
and the mornings spent regretting
all the stupid things that we did

you're an alien to me
here you come
with your false light
you come creeping in
the middle of the night
all I'm left with is lost time
I've been violated
in ways I can't explain
and no one believes me

here's to the unforseen devistation
that contact has cost us
all of the days spent as strangers
not to each other but to ourselves
and all of the mornings we wake up
wishing it was yesterday...

you're an alien to me
here you come
with your false light
you come creeping in
the middle of the night
all I'm left with is lost time
I've been violated
in ways I can't explain
and no one believes me
fun little poem that I turned into a song.

— The End —