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White Lphant Jul 2014
scratch my heart
scratched hard
scratch until it hurts
then...
we'll feel us
losing control..
so..
please kiss me
and let's start scratching.
Ruthie Jun 2014
Love hurts whether it's right or wrong.
Kriti Gupta Jun 2014
Why should I live in pieces?
I once had the best relationship with darkness
And you acquainted me with the light
I'm rejected by barren lands yet still alive in my breath
And how can you say you know about love
And how can one explain of a shadow and acceptance
Because until you share someone's pain
You don't get separated from your own
And that pain doesn't get separated from us
you've become a muse
Anonymous Jun 2014
You apologized for venting to me
"I'm sorry for talking about this" you wrote
And I just stared at my phone
Knowing I'm the only one you can really talk to
It pained me to tell you that a love like yours does not grow cold
And a love like yours will make it
If you both try hard enough;
Despite your ****** up history and the silence you're burdened with now
It pained me to tell you that soulmates do not give up on each other-
Every word I typed felt like a stab to my chest
But I love you so much
And thats the consequence of love...
You're hung up on him
And I'm hung up on you
I'm only trying to be your rock
So you can be happy
Isn't that what 'best friends' do?
Ellenah Jun 2014
"Shut up."
shutupshutupshutup
I can't stop myself
From repeating those words
He hurts me
So much
But he is so kind.
God, I love him.
Shut up.
Just...
Shut up.
And maybe I will.
Mary Jun 2014
Pain,
The stabbing feeling
That I experience
Day in day out.

Knowing that for
Three years
The issue has been
This the pain is unneeded

To stop the pain
These tablets, Painkillers
Cause more pain
Than they solve

The daily tears
The throbbing
Like a knife
Unexplainable
Unthinkable

A dance career
Wanted
No longer possible
Ended before begun
Chloe Elizabeth May 2014
I look at you and longing overwhelms me. It's the only way I can describe it. When someone you had is so quickly ripped from your grip, it feels as if a hole were punched in the middle of your chest and what once filled that space now walks around outside of you. Seeing you feels like you're beside me but you haven't filled that emptiness in months. When I look at you it hurts because you don't look at me back.

By Chloe Elizabeth
To that boy again, the one whose name starts with an ***
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