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Gwyneth May 2020
You were a storm, and I was nothing
At that moment, all I felt was numbness
My visions were unclear
More pain, more suffering
There were things in my chest
For a moment, I thought I was going to break

You are different from nine months ago
I didn't know you had this storm inside
I couldn't breathe and see
Were you silently killing me?
I tried to calm the storm you had
Yet my efforts were useless

Now I'm not sure who you are
To me at least
Maybe I want to escape
With the storm you caused me to break
But I'm not quite sure that if I leave
I'll be the same again
Maeve May 2020
Oh,
Why,
Girl,
Would you
Make me
C    R    Y
Please help me
To understand
Why you choose
To make me feel
Like a discarded tin can
That’s been left in the rain
You don’t see the tear stains
I’m rusting, and I’m in pain
I really thought we were friends
But I was never your main. I’m too lame.
Can I really be blamed for liking you.
There was nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make you laugh, to see your smile—so worthwhile
When I think of you now, I will always feel bile
Rising up in my throat as I choke on my feelings
To love me for me isn’t easy; you’re not ******
I’ve let my insecurities run freely, and I’m feeling queasy
Because I’ve been placing all these unfair expectations on you
Like Icharus I flew too close to the sun, and you pushed me away
My newfound wings have gone up in flames . I’m quite the pest.
It’s for the best. You can rest as I fall from the heavens.
Heavy in heart, but lighter in soul. I’m out of control.
It gets old, not feeling like you’re whole, and these holes,
They leak tears. It’s a fear as you watch my descent.
Some things just aren’t meant to be, so I flee,
And you lose the chance to hurt me, break me.
Once again, I must perpend at this end,
Girl, what  did I do wrong?
Greg King May 2020
Thoughts better left un-thought
Words better left un-said.
Paths better left un-sought.
Tears better left un-shed.
Teenage angst.
dark-buddy May 2020
To the one I was waiting for, I’ve had my fill. 💋
I know that I’m worth something. I may not know what that is yet, but I’m slowly learning.
To the one who made me slow down, I’m truly so thankful you were blinded.
May have stayed and lost myself, trapped away inside it.
To the one who wouldn’t stop, and I made the mistake of going back.
I don’t miss you, at all.
To the one I took care of, I miss you, a lot.
You’ve grown though, beyond me, and I’m so proud.
To the one who opened my eye,
I know someday you’ll be in my shoes, with someone looking up at you, and you’ll feel the same sting. You’ll feel the same pain. I’m sorry in advance, it ******* hurts.
To the one who doesn’t know, who hasn’t shown up to the party yet.
I don’t want you as much as I thought. I absolutely love the chase, certainly love to feel important and I’ve never stopped wanting to want, this just isn’t for us.
To everyone else who may show up along the way, be warned.
I’m quite content even though- somedays it rains, and somedays it pours.
Marian Solis May 2020
Bow, hands on the sink.
Drip, drip, drip
– the blood from my lip.
Pierced like ripped jeans
for a fist has made its kiss.
Head up,
face the mirror
and laugh.

I was prettier with pink teeth
when I smile.
kyla May 2020
feel how my heart sings for you,
how it's battered and bruised but it still continues to leap at the mere sound of your name.
feel how my heart cries for you,
the day you left, i never felt the same way.
feel how my heart beats for you,
how it takes it's last breathe of the air you breath, the faint smell of honeydew and the sweet pink of your lips forgotten and shoved in it's drawer.
feel how it takes its time to move on,
erasing every bit of the memory you left on its skin until everything is completely gone.
kyla May 2020
we lie awake for the same reasons we fall asleep,
the haunting feeling of the past,
the unsureness of the future,
the unchangeableness of the present,
our eyes remain open and it reminds us of our past mistakes,
the ones we want to change but never will,
it reminds us of what used to be so easy;
living freely.
vern May 2020
they sat up on their bed
staring at the empty wall ahead
what was once covered with pictures and art
beautiful memories and dreams
was now empty with chipped paint and tape residue
a soft spirit walked in and held their hand
“what’s wrong?” she asked
they didn’t speak for the words could barely escape their tongue
they stared at the barren wall
“won’t you tell me what’s wrong?”
they opened their mouth
a single tear slid down their stained cheeks
they could barely speak
but they could get out one word
“everything”
again idk what I’m doing
vern May 2020
the warm and tepid air fills the room
like a fog on a misty April morning
it’s 3 am and the feeling or weariness is gone
and replaced with longing and migraines
isolation and frustration
a blanket covers half my body
it’s just so ******* hot  
the summer heat has only just begun
and it’s not going away
not for a long time
This one isn’t good and I might redo it but idk just wanted to post
Laura P Apr 2020
Wipe your shoes first before coming in
And keep them in the hall

So if leaving, there won't be footprints
No mess left behind at all

So if you leave, no trace left on my skin
No drama for us to recall.
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