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Alex Myers Apr 2019
And when I reach out to touch you
You always slip from my grasp

Like a feather through the air
Sunlight spilling between my fingertips

I hear your whisper through the hallway
Then turn to find myself alone

I feel your heartbeat against my palm
Then open my eyes to find it empty

I see your silhouette in the streetlights
Then approach to find not even a ghost

You traced your fingers through this town
Like it were made of clay

Like it might have been a masterpiece
If you had just held on long enough

Now all I have left are sketches and outlines
And half-lives of what used to be

And I will never touch you again
You stole something from me
I didn’t know I had it
You pretended to be good and, see,
Didn’t think you could do it
The thing was buried deep inside
there were others who tried digging
if somebody’d say you’d be the one
I’d laugh and say they’re kidding

The trusted found the vault
The fun one scratched the door
But neither of them came close to see
What waits behind the smalt.
Then you came with the whole arsenal
And one by one you fired your guns
Greed and lust in your silver eyes
When you touched the conquered prize.

And here we are
Months away
It was tempting
Now it’s empty
Walk away

But here we are
once again
You keep stealing
Spreading feeling
of.. imminence.

You thought that you’d have fun
with your new attractive toy
But used it just once and broke it down
Only you got out the joy
Tried to play from time to time
Forgetting the pieces were still mine
Never since it has worked the same
It’s you who is to blame.

When I realized that it’s gone
I cried like little girl
Forever was lost the light that shone
And it just made me hurl
There is no such thing as a froggy prince
Even the nice ones are caught bluffing
I’ve been guarding the empty box ever since
To hide that there is nothing.

And here we are
Years away
I was tempting
Now I‘m empty
Walk away

But here you are
inside my brain
Again stealing
Taking feeling
of .. innocence.
Inked Quill Apr 2019
Give me one last kiss
On my lifeless and cold lips
Do not mourn my death
Arisa Apr 2019
will someone please **** my tired body
until i fall into a million pieces
and you pick me up and put
me together again just so
you can add another
line to the tally of
girls you ****?
you *******.
i hate you.
Tony Tweedy Mar 2019
If someone tells you they are blind... do you test them?
Do you doubt them? Do you disbelieve them or judge them?
Do you deny the Labrador in harness or perhaps the cane in hand?
What dogs and canes must I present for your eyes if I say I am broken? Will you believe me if I have nothing to show in evidence other than my word?
Will you see and believe or would you test me to cross a freeway unaided?
I am broken. I have no dog. I have no cane and the traffic is heavy.
I am blind shouting to the deaf.
Van Xuan Mar 2019
why you try so hard
to fit in her world
when she can live her life
and you can live my life
long before you've met each other
a question in the middle of the night
Van Xuan Mar 2019
you might find my answer absurd
but i'll tell you
the reason why i try so hard
to fit in her world
is because i badly want to fix
that broken pieces of yours
hoping that you'll be whole again
from the woman you love the most
and from the woman the I hate the most
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