Her hands hold the knife
Her mind holds her hands
Her ego holds her mind
Her soul holds her will to live

The touch of her knife

Only now it resides deep in her wounds
Aching, she pulls on her life
Around her she watches all those concerned
Somehow she stays centred like the true Bull she is
Soon enough she will drop the knife

For her hands will get tired
For her mind will go crazy
For her ego will get bored
For her soul is stronger than them all
Kai 1d
losing you was so much more than losing you.

it was me sitting on the couch on my laptop trying to forget that you had been my background for the past year.

it was me not getting out of bed, because the thought of a world without you wasn't better than the comfort of my mattress.

it was me wishing we had never met, but then taking it back.

it was me making my friends delete our photos because I couldn't.

it was me staying up so that i didn't have to dream about you.

it was me hurting so much that my world was duller than when i met you.

so losing you was so much more than losing you; it was losing myself.
i hope no one can see the taste of your tongue on my lips
drenched in my skin
admitting where i've been
i hope no one notices your perfume that i wave like a white flag
"its complicated," i tell them
because i cannot fall for you again.
but i want to,
god i want to,
i want to showcase each tattoo you've left on my heart
no matter how big
no matter how small
but your galaxies are not mine to get lost in
your promises not mine to believe in
your words not mine to soak in
but i want them to be.
i hope no one can smell the ink that coats my body after spending short moments in alleys
doing things that lovers are supposed to do
even though i am not the arms you're falling asleep to
i hope no one can hear my heart race as i realize
this is not your first time breaking me this way
nor your last
and i know i should pull away
and i know i shouldn't melt this way
and i know that before falling for you, there's probably things i should do
to prevent the outcome, you know
but i don't
i dig my hands into your hair
into your skin
my lips into your lips
and i die and cry and die
i know this is suicide
so what's my master plan?
hoping no one can sense me falling for you again.
you  never realize how much you love someone until you watch them love someone else.
Kee 2d
You don’t love me back
You don’t love me the way I love you
You don’t love me at all
It hurts to say it but that’s the truth
You don’t love me
Everything about you excites me
But you don’t find anything about me exciting
Doesn’t help that I’m thousands of miles away
One of the reasons why we couldn’t be
Someone across the country had cheated on you
And it broke you so bad
That you couldn’t love me
But there was always a “just wait for me”
And
“You’ll have my kids”
And
“We’ll be married”
And all these things that meant something then
But nothing now
And we both knew
What it would end up being
Nothing
Everything that came out of your mouth was a lie
You never loved me
You never said it
But I thought I felt it
And I loved you too
Too hard
And it broke me so bad
That I still loved you
I just couldn’t love me anymore
And sometimes I think I still do
Sometimes I don’t feel it
And sometimes it’s all too much
Still stuck on the same person from years before
Why can’t I just take the rejection
And let it go
Why can’t I just be alone
Why?
When it's taken, a leap of faith,
and, when heart's been robbed of its chime,
When behind the lids eyes take shelter,
and things make no more sense to the mind
When a walk by his side brings the universe to her
and life until now is a wasted errand
All this churning, welling up and heaving
just to feel his touch and hold his hand...
How do you ask your love can I hold your hand? Once.
Josh 3d
Her
The one,
Who can feel my pain,
In this cold cold world,

The one,
who can hear my call,
Drowning in emotion,

The one,
Who can see my struggle,
Crawling through this life,

The one,
Who doesn’t give me a glare,
Or stop for a bit and stare,
Doesn’t look for something to see,
Rather sits down with me,

Asking and listening,
Helping and understanding,
Trying to work things out,
Not trying to gather clout,

The one who asks for nothing,
But gives so much,
The one who makes me feel,
Like I, am enough,

The one who stuck by me
Through highs and lows,
Stayed true and stayed honest,
Always supported always cared,

My support, my love, my need,
My everything, my beaming sun,
She, is the one.
Erica C 3d
your love hurts
but i cant help but need it
i cant help but need you
why do you love me
why do you do these things to me
you tell me you love me
and i say it back
but do you really?
we haven't talked in months
you talked shit to someone who tells me everything
'it was just because of my meds but im in love with her'
you say to the girl who sleeps over my house for days and nights on end
the girl who loves me too
the girl who learned to hate you because you love me instead
why do i cause problems.
i fell in love with you day by day
it slowly eats away at me not being able to see you
why is it this way
why am i in love with you
i hate this feeling but...i love you
To the world I didn't made sense


I didn't made sense
when I'm awake and the world was asleep

I didn't made sense
When I wrote endless scribbles

I didn't made sense
When I was standing outside when it was pouring.

I didn't made sense
When I laugh when it hurts the most

I didn't made sense
When I smiled, even when Im sad


Yes I didn't made any sense doing all of those but I dont need the world to understand me. I just need only one.
Yes its hard to find someone who will understand you, many will think you're crazy and have lost it. But Continue to find that someone who will.
ayvan 5d
once a week— one hour
I wouldn’t see you long
as the week went
the memories would ache
it’s been months ever since
and it’s always just been
once a week

but even after this long
your voice still seems like a song
I can’t tell if your smile
is just a smile
or a thousand stars
I cant tell if you’re being sincere
or if your laughs at my jokes
are just polite
I still can’t tell when you talk to me
if you put up with my constant trying
just to be nice
or do I mean something else

after all this time
just once a week
you mean so much
I’m a fish trying to swim
in water that is held by two hands
hands that try to seal any gaps
to not let any water out
but water ends up escaping
my stretched fingers reaching out
but you’re always one step in front—
I'm one step behind
I know I’ll never be able to reach you
never be able to walk next to you
no matter how far I re a c  h
you’re out of my grasp
yet I keep swimming
like that little fish in your hands
until all the water had escaped.
With all efforts, it is still in vain.
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