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kayla Nov 2014
your hair is unruly and unkempt
and i can't seem to form a coherent thought.

your very being is a colorful illustration
that i could study endlessly.

let me drink you in.

i promise not to leak.

i will savor every drop
and never let you flee.
He used to be a healer
A man who would give you a boy-ish hug
And let you believe in fairies and honesty
He used to be a charmer
I knew him
I knew him not

The two of them were in love
Those two who aren’t even looking at each other
across the floor
But are aware of what they are saying
To which hand their hand finds a new warmth
I knew them
I knew them not


They used to be my family
A group of people who were
Far more dear than my own folks
We would laugh and cry together
Sharing our worries and ambitions
And dreams which would never come true

So many nights
Spent under these very stars
Who bear witness
To everyone I have met and every emotion I have felt
They know my mistake
They know that I believed everything was real
And permanent
In a life as temporary as mine
They knew I believed that when these people met me
They opened their masks and became themselves
They knew I was fooling myself
With a truth
So convincing and so delusional
That
Even I bought it
Throughout the time
Inch by inch
Through and through
Sydney Marie Sep 2014
Memories are all some people have left of other people.

Memories of good times spent together making smiles, friends, acquaintances and enemies along the way. Memories only exist when the past becomes so distant that you only remember the sounds and smells and feelings that came along with it.

Those 'Remember When's' when you're with someone.
Those 'Remember That's'  when you're not with someone.

**But just remember,
if you go,
shes coming with you.
Eman Aug 2014
She's a product of your mind
And, she'll commit your crimes
She promises to live at all times
With nothing to hold on to
She still lives inside you
She turned your heart black
She’ll never give it back
She's an image you cannot rip
Forever stuck in a ghostly trip
....but when you try to forget her.
Kate Aug 2014
I'm too attached and I know it.
He is too.

I want to kiss him and cuddle all day,
to explore his body and let him explore mine
But he's scarred from the last girl
Who left marks on his heart to big to erase

It hasn't been very much time at all,
but I'm already his and he is already mine
And that's how I want it to stay
Forever

I'm too attached.
So, it's too easy to just get wrapped up in kissing and cuddling and being with him that I don't always remember that most people don't feel this way after only a week.
Kate Aug 2014
Don't get attached I whisper
as I sit and imagine you here with me

Don't get too attached I say
As I relive those kisses over and over and over

Don't get overly attached I say
As I listen to way too much romantic music

Well, then.  I whisper
As you put your arms around me

***** it, I say
As you lean your head on my shoulder and breathe in

**** it, I shout
As you come in and kiss me again

And again
and again
******* this boy.
Kevin Jul 2014
it’s so cold when you’re not around
to hold me and that scares me,
because that means i’ll freeze to death
if you ever were to leave.

i’ll have to learn to be the happiest i could be
on my own and not let the intensity of my flames
depend on someone else’s fuel.

the only problem is that i’m tired
of dreaming about you and waking up
to an empty bed every morning.
i want you there when i open my eyes.
i want the kissing, the cuddling, even the fights.

the bottom line is that you make me far too happy
for me to be completely happy on my own.
you’re more of a flame to me than you are fuel.
Where are you drowning, my dear?
Because I'm drowning in you.
You and only you.
I don't even want to save myself!
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