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lilac sunsets Apr 2017

his eyes were as blue as the ocean & this is the story of how I got lost at sea.
his happiness was as powerful as a tsunami, washing over everyone and instead of ruining lives he made them better.
his waves were gentle, touching people with his kindness
god, he had so many layers, so many different parts.
no one would ever get down to the bottom, if you were lucky you only got to see 5% of him when there was 95% yet to be discovered
he could be as cold as the ocean in February
Never freezing over and closing off, because well that's not him
But if you dared to stick your toe in, he'd push you right back out, cold.
He could be cold.
he could be as choppy as when you drifted out into sea,
Like the ocean he is beautiful
like the ocean he had so many things that were terrifying.
but he was so gentle
he was so happy
his eyes are as blue as the ocean,
and that's how I'm lost at sea.
him. i talked to him again today and it's not the same, i miss him.
lonleyflowerx Feb 2017
maybe hell is just a never ending puzzle consisting of all our old photographs that i tore up when you left
lonleyflowerx Dec 2016
I tried to lose you
when his laugh sounded like yours
and my mind pictured your face on his
I closed my eyes
And submerged my body under the water
To wash you clean off of me
Here, all the earths’ sounds disappeared
Here, I could no longer see
But you, you were still there
The sound of your voice and the image of your face
Washed over me like the water I was beneath
I tried to lose you
but I’m drowning
Drowning in the memory of you
Skyye Yoder Dec 2016
You may be gone,
But don't think for a moment
that you lay dormant in my heart.
You are still the fire in my body,
The reason why I carry myself through the day.
Hoping one day we will be together once again.
edit. I once wanted to get back together with him and I have realized you sometimes need to love yourself more than you love someone else and know what is best for you when someone doesnt care enough about you.
lonleyflowerx Nov 2016
all I know is I no longer remember what it feels like to not miss you
lonleyflowerx Jul 2016
You stopped showing up in my dreams more and more each day
so I stopped wearing makeup when I went to bed
I no longer woke up on my side of the bed
instead I started carelessly waking up on yours without hesitation
my heart stopped skipping a beat every time the door bell went off, or the phone rang in hopes that it might be you
the songs that we use to sing along together soon lost their meaning and became just songs to me
I stopped talking about it
I stopped saying your name more than my own everyday
I went back to all the places we use to go
I ate all the food we use to eat again
I kissed other boys
and I danced until my feet hurt and the room was spinning

but just because you're no longer here, and I don't talk about it, think about it, or even miss you anymore
doesn't mean that you didn't take a part of me when you slammed the front door shut
it doesn't mean that I have laughed or smiled the same since you told me you didn't love me anymore
and it doesn't mean that I don't feel my heart break all over agin when I see you with her

because you were a wound
and time is a bandaid that has healed me
but you have forever left a scar that no amount of time or other temporary bandages could ever heal
it's been a year and a half already..and God I ******* loved you so much
lonleyflowerx Jun 2016
I've come to the realization that after all this time I have not been missing you

I have just missed being in love
Lost Feb 2016
"Goodnight, I love you.
I always will."
I miss being loved by someone who actually cared.
Arlo Disarray Feb 2016
I had a weird dream about my dad last night.
He showed up to my apartment and had this old truck that was really beat up and he was like
"Come on Face, we gotta get this truck to Oregon."
And I got in the truck but I was like
"Dad, aren't you dead?"
And he said
"Yes, but that's not gonna stop me from getting this truck to Oregon."
And so we drove for a while and we were approaching a narrow bridge and I said
"we're not gonna fit, Dad."
And he said
"I know. But I have to get this truck to Oregon."
By the way, my dad always used to call me Face.
last night i found out
there is no such thing
as running out of tears
laying in bed
i realized
i won't get over you
this feeling won't end
it may die down
i might stop crying every night before i go to sleep
but there will always be a stab in my chest when i see you
i will always lose my appetite when i think of you
and my dreams of you
will always leave me in agony
when i wake up
~Tatieonna Destiny
we could have been something amazing
and now we will never know
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