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Nimbus Feb 2018
Shades of green with rising steam

She breathes

A familiar fog

I remember this heat
Does it remember me

His ink begins to bleed

Usually alone but sometimes prone
Temporarily lost in copper tones

I feel teeth sink
I feel skin rise

Green meets copper
They lock eyes

Much is said with little spoken
Green and copper mend whats broken

Melting together

The water is thick

Tension on the surface finally rips

No more restraint
They feel passion and pain

Numb lips i love the way you drip
A recent love affair
I'd aspire
rain hiss
after I've
gone if
she had
me raw
in her
hearth told
desire how
sweet her
nose did
jangle with
fire in
her pie
as she
slew me
there again
A girl I once knew
Janine Jacobs Jan 2018
we have lost our sobriety
drunk off each other.  
i taste it when we kiss,
cancer dripping from your lips;
the poison consuming me.
i love the taste of you.
hopelessly, endlessly.
it is intoxicating,
each time your tongue touches mine,
i crave more.
slowly slipping, confusion settling in.
i am a stranger to myself.
lines blurred between lust and infatuation.
i can no longer tell the difference.
this is effortlessly painful,
and you have come to destroy me.
Secret Garden Jan 2018
When you feel that burn way deep in your chest; the one that forbids you from getting any rest.

When you feel that sting all around your eyes, the one that tells you, you need to cry.

When you feel that ache of being used, and you don’t know what you did, or what to do.

When you feel that panic of not knowing a thing, and he doesn’t care, and yes it stings.

When you feel that sadness of being stomped and crushed, and its getting hard to keep holding up.

When you feel the need to lock the door and find your glass and count to four.

When you feel the urge to break your skin and watch it bleed cause you’re hurting within.

When you lay in bed in the middle of the night, and you know what’s wrong, but not what’s right.

When you miss him so much, and its killing you slow, cause to him you are nothing,

and that much,

you know.
I don't react; its my fault
My relationships aren't in tact; its my fault.
I look in the wrong direction; its my fault
She's dreaming of anothers *******; its my fault
Now im unfaithful; it's my fault
I can't ever seem to be grateful; it's my fault!
Our dwindling quest is now upon completion; its my fault
Now i need to find another situation and its all my fault!
As i lay on my bed reminiscing!
Slick with sweat your silhouette framed in cigarette smoke
I feel intense jealousy like a bayonet run through me
Just moments ago we were a duet,
until a crescendo made us still
Watching you take a drag, hair ruffled and stubble on your cheeks
Makes my heart skip, this image, this place and time are mine.

You turn and look at the crumpled sheets,
note our clothes in a heap
You stand and stare at me
Emotionless.
Passion has waned.
Reality is returned.

“Do you love me?” I ask
A hiss of, what impatience, annoyance? Sidles my way
Statue still you stand and glare
“I thought this was just an affair” a glib retort
“It is” my reply is spry on my dry lips

You move cat like to the bed and as you lower your head
Positioning for a kiss
I hear the question from him
“Do you love me?”
And with a practiced grin I lie.
© JLB
27/12/2017
04:10 GMT
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