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I wonder where you go
When you are gone
Where do you go?
Anna 4d
I think I lost myself when I first met you
But now that you're gone, I don't know who to be.
Maybe just a raw figure.
I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.

I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.

I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.

Soon it all dies down,
I’m behind the Queen’s gown

When you lose the throne,
The links drown in his bloodstone

You’ve become the malefactor,
The framed picture of my backstabber

Premier cinemas we’ve stopped,
Reputations and ranks swapped

The shivering sierra,
Why leave me stranded in Canberra?
Is this a farewell? @Kelly Grace Richardson: Remember those “Avery” moments in our photoshoot? ***** to be in the popular group. ;)
Poetic Eagle Oct 20
Used to sleep to see your face
Now l sleep to forget you
Times change
Jay M Apr 2019
As I sit here
In the same desk
Looking across
Only seeing you're gone.

Listening to this sad song
I can't help but want to hold you
But you're at home
Where I can't reach you
Wishing to make sure you're alright...

"Hold on,"
Friend, do I worry too much?
Do I care too much
That every inch of me aches when you're gone?
Even if only for the day
Knowing I'll probably see you tomorrow
I still wish to run in and hold you...

Friend of mine,
I care so much
But what does that matter?

I'm trying to continue
Partially have
But still I care for you.

Is this friendship I feel
Or is it something stronger?

Either way
I care, I worry,
Because I'm only human.

- Jay M
April 11th, 2019
something stronger = closest friend/sister (To clarify)
Monica Oct 19
I can feel it

The glaze of your eyes
The air that filled your lungs
Warmth in your hand

Now it's different
You turn into monster
You burn anyone that come

Now your lips whisper potion
Your eyes showing thunder

May i know?
Where to find the old you?
i wish that i could save us earlier.
Sarah Flynn Oct 18
I keep telling people
I’ve moved on.

but every time
I close my eyes,
I still see you.

there are visions of you
still trapped in the
back of my eyelids.

you’re gone.
you’re not coming back.
you’re not here.
I know that.
so why haven’t you left me?

I keep telling people
I’ve moved on.
and I’m not lying
when I say that.

I’m telling the truth.
I have moved on.

...but maybe my mind hasn’t.
Sarah Flynn Oct 17
why would you smoke a cigarette
but leave half of it dropped onto the sidewalk?

“our cigarette butts leave signs,”
you told me,
“I threw it there to
let others know that
I can control my bad habits.”

this is who you are.
you’re the type of person
who leaves cigarette butts on concrete
to scream “I was here.”

you’re the type of person
who purposefully lives an unfinished life
for the world to wonder
what you would’ve done
if you had more time.

this was the same way you left me.
halfway through our dreams and goals,
only to find out that I loved you
wholeheartedly, obsessively, and recklessly,
while you walked away
with a mouthful of tobacco smoke
and halfway love.
you told me you didn't like snakes
so why the hell did i find out

you went looking for them in afternoons
while i had my back turned?
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