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Lyss Brianne Aug 2018
You begged me to save you
So I cracked myself open
I unzipped my skin and stepped out of my body
I allowed you to inhabit me, use me for shelter
I’ve always been the person people climb into when they need to be saved

The worst part of swallowing you whole was the stomach ache
You were too much for my body to handle
Soon after you abandoned me in the middle of the night  

The hardest part was trying to fit back into my skin again
You stretched it out and now it’ll forever feel too big
My body is a hand me down I’ll never fully fill out
It’s been five years but I still feel like a thief in a strangers house
Unsure if I’ll ever get to come home
Lyss Brianne Aug 2018
At nineteen I allowed myself
To break my own heart
How silly I was to believe little girls could fall in love
But then you were there

When you tried to talk to me I couldn’t speak
Anytime I tried daisies bloomed out of my mouth

On New Year’s Day you became a gardener
You plucked away the green vines that grew from my tongue
Soon after there was a flower patch inside of my ribs

But charity love only lasts for so long
Eventually you’ll grow tired of grooming someone else’s garden
I mistook friendship for love
The look in your eyes was never longing
Now my flowers are wilting

When flowers die they decompose
Becoming the foundation for new life
By sacrificing themselves to winter
They pave the path to growth

You made me a flower garden
This winter I will let myself die
and when spring comes I will bloom again
I’ve never been so thankful to be broken
Lolita Aug 2018
Clear days feels so good and free.
So light as a feather can be.
Seeing flowers, river, trees and birds
Watching plays, music, singing a verse!

Another day with bright sunlight.
Everyone woke up, dealing with their personal fights.
Concreted world, grey and white.
Darkness everyhwere, whether it's a day or a night.
Throwback to when I was an 12 years old.
Lyss Brianne Jul 2018
When I was fifteen
You made a home in my bones
Now every summer flowers
Grow out of my ribs

When I was seventeen a garden
Grew inside of me
I couldn’t breathe
Through the daisies in my lungs
But your eyes were sunlight
I couldn’t live without

I’m twenty now
My flowers have wilted
The garden is overgrown
With weeds
Everything I touch dies
My green thumb is gone

It’s been over two years
Since my garden has had sunlight
I’m beginning to forget
What it felt like
It’s harder to breathe
Through wilted flowers
Than fresh roses
I didn’t think it could be harder
Than when I was seventeen

I am not a gardener
But neither were you
Yet you filled my bones with flowers
Now I don’t know
How to keep them alive
You never left an instruction manual
On how to survive
In the winter
Mia Sadoch Mar 2018
It was during a winter night
A party with friends, where it just felt right
Maybe we were a little drunk, maybe not
All that matters is, ever since she’s been my only thought

Something as simple as her vision
Makes me go mad with affection
This warm, fuzzy feeling…
Is this genuine love? Is it not fleeting?

She made me the happiest man on Earth
It really felt like a rebirth
To share a feeling so pure
A feeling that was ours, that won’t ever manage to endure

For fifteen minutes I held her
My fifteen minutes of redemption
Our fifteen minutes of perfection
Which we both wanted to last forever

I wanted to share more.
More embraces, more kisses, love to my core
More of her scent, more of… her.
Alas, I couldn’t see, and now all I do is suffer.

But now I lay here in the dust
Realizing that this belief was foolish
And now I feel such disgust
But also wish that this past love will reflourish

I thought that “us” would last.
But the love that I thought you held
Was unbeknownst to me withheld
Now, I must leave you in the past.

Why can’t I leave you in the past?
This poem was written for one of my friends. I was very honored to get and successfully write a request!
Mia Sadoch Mar 2018
Take me away
To a distant land
Land of silence and emptiness
So I cannot
Think about you.

Take me away
To a distant land
Land of darkness and distance
So I cannot
See you.

Take me away
To a distant land
Land of negativity and hatred
So I cannot
Love you.

Take me away
From all these lands
Lands that do no good
Because I can
Learn to stand alone.
This poem is for all those who are trying to move on. I'm trying as well. Keep it up!
Mia Sadoch Mar 2018
I used to be shy, unreasonably shy
So timid that even conversing felt like I’d die
But then I met some people
That would change my life, forever form a ripple

Yes, a ripple in the lake that is my life.
Inside jokes, heart-to-hearts, unwanted strifes
All in my memory, making myself
Always stay true to my self.

From my first friends that are still with me
To the ones that let me be free
My troubadours, always prove their niceness
Healing me of my unreasonable stressfulness

And so, as I always do,
This is how I say thank you
To the ones that always have my back
No matter if my thoughts are sometimes dark.

And I want you all to remember
Poems like these…
They last forever.
Please…

Never leave my side.
A poem I wrote for my friends, who are always there for me... in one way or another.
Mia Sadoch Mar 2018
Sometimes, I like to look at the starry sky
And wonder if others are looking up at it
Feeling and regretting, the same as I
Having loved after seeing how hard it hit.

Maybe the stars are each a tear
Cried out by hearts, feeling lonely
Who have yet to see their own night sky clear
To see the moonlight of their lives fully.

But even in a moonless night
They still manage to shine bright
So they may have found hope
By finally managing to cope.

No more shall I succumb to nightly darkness
Instead looking for eternal happiness
Not in her, but in myself
Until the sunlight again shows itself.
This poem is the final one ("timeline"-wise) in the "mini-series" consisting of Smile, this, and A Wonderful Pain. I wanted to give a happy ending to this story, as this is how I feel... or I want to feel.
Mia Sadoch Mar 2018
It was a cold afternoon
A cold afternoon where I decided to give you my warmest feeling.
Wrapped up in a perfect little bag
And in a present I knew you'd like.

Inside was a story
Story of other people, it seemed
But it was not as simple as that
I was talking about you, to you, for you.

And on that day where the wind blew
And the rain fell, freezing
I'd realized the secret was blown away
But so was my heart, that you didn't keep.

But you liked it very much
You said it was special, flattering
And even if I don't get to keep you
Perhaps I'll still live in your heart.
The first poem (timeline-wise) of the "mini-series" consisting of Smile, Alone in the Darkness, and this. This one recounts the events that happened just before (and during) the rejection.
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