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faa Jul 2018
Your fingers swept
Delicately grasping
The Heartstrings
I never knew existed
The Heartstrings
I thought were split

After so much trauma
After so much agony

As of current
The string are now
Between your fingertips
You tugged
You played
Mildly, wildly
Orchestrating
As you pleased
with much caution
Allowing them
To stay intact
And not snap

Regardless of
How suddenly you found
my Heartstrings I lost
I trusted you to play
The same way
You trusted me to stay
E McNamara Jun 2018
if you act perfectly happy for too long
a darkness will grow inside you
and will spill like blood.
regrets, screams
things you wanted to say
things you wanted to do
all the hits you took
which led to all the punches you pulled.
as your thinned heartstrings
finally snap,
you will too
and your fire will burn the world alive.
it's okay to let people see you cry
it's okay to scream and yell
it's okay to not be perfect
it's so much healthier to not be perfectly happy all the time
faa May 2018
Your fingers swept
Delicately grasping
The Heartstrings
I never knew existed
The Heartstrings
I thought were split

After so much trauma
After so much agony

As of current
The string are now
Between your fingertips
You tugged
You played
Mildly, wildly
Orchestrating
As you pleased
with much caution
Allowing them
To stay intact
And not snap

Regardless of
How suddenly you found
my Heartstrings lost
I trusted you to play
The same way
You trusted me to stay
LCP Apr 2018
You make my heart hurt. I'm not going to be all poetic and say, "Oh how I long to be with you." I am simply going to say, "I love being around you."

My stomach does triple flips when I'm around you and sometimes I wonder how I manage to not spontaneously toss my cookies when I see you.

My heart thinks it is a metronome, a broken one for that matter. My heart thinks it has the stability to beat faster than 250 bpm (maybe someday it'll realize that it can't).

My brain constantly forgets what day of the week it is, or what time I'm supposed to take my medicine, but miraculously it remembers your birthday, your least favorite color, and your middle name.

Lastly, my soul is unsure of so many things; which way is right and how to face the things which I fear, but the one thing my soul is set on, is you.
I wasn't too sure if I wanted to post this one but my heart kept nagging me to do it anyways. I should stop ignoring it so much I suppose.
Dolly Balou Jan 2018
Teasing, playful teasing.
That’s how it began.
I laid my eyes on you, and thought you were the one.
You thought I was too; well that’s what you said.

We sat by the river, minds aching from words unsaid.
How was I to tell you how I truly felt?
Lost. Continually lost. Unable to speak.
Numbness was always your chosen communicative style.
Tell her nothing, maybe she will understand.

You had me on a short lead for extreme lengths of time.
At first this lead was coated in sugar, it had me putting it on myself.
The lead started to lose its sweet, sensual, sugar coating.
Eventually the lead was no longer a lead, but an unbreakable noose.

You tried to let go of the connection, yet the end of the noose was tied to your wrist.
You had complete control, this you knew.

While holding me by my throat, you dragged me to places I never, ever wanted to go.
You made me fight for your love.
I thought I was in control.

Remember I felt as though I had put the lead on myself?

Well there came a time where this noose had to be removed.
It was weighing me down.
It had caused me to make decisions which you led me to believe would make you want me.

It took my innocence.

It led me to the hands of another, in the hopes you would want me then.
That is what you told me.
You didn’t want to hurt me.
If that were the truth, why were you holding the rope?

Did you ever want me?

Or did you just want to lead me astray and watch me suffer along the way.
Carlos Nov 2017
It's stories above where the butterflies rustled,
Whirring between the lights in aeolian bustle.
I'm smiling spritely at a neon halo,
While my organs writhe in jacqueminot El Niño.
Wading the nightscape  with a glitched simper,
I could not change nor attempt to tinker,
Just breaching the moments passing to linger.
Fingers, then palms, then lips, then black,
Then for a few seconds the world collapsed.
A breath, a sip, some wit, I'm back.
Shed the murky vision of captive cataracts.
And now,
The sylph saunters in epitomized elegance,
And I've buckled on the inside to the resonant reverence.
I follow the fragrance in her wake as paralyzed sedatives,
And anything I might say could only lack eloquence.
Then magnanimous mantras attract exact,
It seems way down the rabbit hole I've finally met my match.
There's a mesh of flesh, a smooth caress,
Then I wake and realize these were not visions yonder death.
Particles of my brain erupt,
I can't explain away the unfading elation of touch.
Every pose palatial down to the pixels,
I'd gaze deep in the sheen of her mind gleaming as crystals.
Her eyes open like daybreak in flashes,
Sunstreaks glint over the horizon of her lashes.
There's morning songbirds behind the taste of coffee,
I think she's figured I'm just a well decorated softy.
Unveiling my most human of contentions stripped to the eclipse of logic,
My former self laughs in tones pitched sardonic.
Euphorically strumming at gossamer heartstrings,
Etched in the fabric as sakura carvings.
G Rog Rogers Oct 2017
I told you before
you are lovely
You said something like
no never not me

Well then maybe
I will take a photo
so you can know
how by this man's eyes
You are seen

A masterpiece of composition
Perfect like beautiful days

A song that maybe only
I will be humming
in all the loveliest
of lovely ways

Beauty is held
by the beholder
So that all might not
have to agree

Lovely is held
in a separate place
So that heartstrings
entwined believe

I will tell you again
You are lovely
Maybe you'll think
Then so you say

We will not need
to look at a photo
Yet you will know
You are truly lovely
In such a beautiful way.

-R.

6.21.17
-LA
-4S
Rvsd.
©ASGP
ray Sep 2017
we've been talking.
we've been tugging at each other’s heartstrings.
one of us is bound to either let go
or get a tighter grip.

with time,
you are going to find out that my heart has lost an apparent number of its strings.
by the time you do,
it might be too late.
I might break.

and yet,
I yearn for you to see that I can be saved.

if you cannot stitch my heart back together
then share some of your strings or maybe,
if I mean much to you,
stitch my heart with yours instead.

allow me to feel your pains and your pleasures
to feel you
to live among your thoughts

allow me, please, to touch your soul
G Rog Rogers Aug 2017
I told you before
you are lovely
You said something like
no never not me

Well then maybe
I will take a photo
so you can know
how by this man's eyes
You are seen

A masterpiece of composition
Perfect like beautiful days

A song that maybe only
I will be humming
in all the loveliest
of lovely ways

Beauty is held
by the beholder
So that all might not
have to agree

Lovely is held
in a separate place
So that heartstrings
entwined believe

I will tell you again
You are lovely
Maybe you'll think
Then so you say

We will not need
to look at a photo
Yet you will know
You are truly lovely
In such a beautiful way

-R.

6.21.17
-LA
-4S
©2017
Oskar Erikson Aug 2017
i have tied
my heart to the tree
to play on its strings.
the notes
hollow out the space
like cavities.
i play on my heart
tied to the tree
i am always a part
of whatever you left me.
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