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Styles May 2014
sick of playing this game, of
heart ache and pain, I'm
losing my mind, I'm
so sick of you, I'm
love sick, I'm
missing,
U.
Juniper Deel May 2014
Some nights
I lay awake,
And wonder what life would be like
If you loved me too.

Your eyes so blue.
And a heart so true.
Lovesick in it's deepest degree.
Oh I wish you could see,
My point of view.
jet-set-trash May 2014
When you said you did not want me
was it love that hurt or pride?

Like a near death experience all our ecstasy
flashed right before my eyes.

How could you not value our memories?
a treasure I only opened at night.

The town was asleep - at last I was lonely.
Now you would only be mine.

Oh how rich you made my singularity.
An injection to make me feel outright.

Your dark side only made us more lively.
As I wanted to win this fight.

Even though it bruised my soul and body
You were the air that made me sigh.

But you said you did not want me.

What did I lose?

Was it love or my pride?
suicidalsmiles May 2014
your kisses stain my lips
jawline and collarbone
your warm breath tingles
down my spine
your laugh
rings in my ears
these things are with me
forever and always
you say you're here but
you're really over there
smiling and laughing
with that pretty girl
i just watch as my world
shatters into a thousand
shimmering and glimmering pieces
like the stars i used to wish on
you and i dance across
my horribly ugly mind
we whirl and twirl
laughing and kissing
in their own wonderful world
full of secret i love you's
sly glances and stolen red whine
taken from your mom's liquor cupboard
in the dead of night
as the dancing figures get closer
i run farther away
trying so desperately to escape
these murderous memories
soft kisses and sweet whispers
i have nothing left to say
xoK Apr 2014
I want to throw a tantrum.
Scream and shout
And kick things that don't need to be kicked.
The bones of my knuckles and hips poke out
A little     m  o  r  e
Than they did before.
My finger rings and hip-hugging jeans slip,
Not quite fitting the same way they had.
My skeleton creeping its way ever so slightly
Closer to the surface
Like it wants to get out
And   r u n    to    h e r.

Self-diagnosis: Lovesick.
Before, we were a storybook fairytale
But now our make-believe has something to latch onto.
Like a parasite.
More real
And more torturous
Than the existence of my past self.
I can't crave food the same way I can crave her touch.
My stomach shipwreck still feels the memories
Like they were yesterday's meal.
Has it really been a month?
My emotions ebb and flow
Along the shoreline of my consciousness.
Lovesickness courses through my veins
And through the vessel in my chest
Until I fall into a slumber
And in my dreams I have her once again
*If only for a moment.
LDR life. Lovesickness is real.
suicidalsmiles Apr 2014
he was tall
i am short
he was strong
i am weak
he was the football star
and homecoming king
i was the girl
who sat alone in the library
and kept her head down in the hallways
he was loved
i was invisible
but some how
he, of all people
saw me, and loved me.
he made me feel beautiful
and made me happy
he tickled and teased his way
into my chaotic mind
he kissed and charmed his way
into my heart
but he was the sun
and i am the moon
we weren't meant to collide
but when we did
the universe exploded
and the blast sent us our own ways
he left me
but i never left him.
i follow in his shadow
glimpses of his iridescent light
is the only thing that keeps me going.
but he is the sun
and i am the moon
we will never be together again.
and that is what will **** me.
so. yeah. i wonder what he thinks about when he hears my name.
Emily Williams Apr 2014
Doctor, doctor I’m feeling awfully ill
When he’s gone it’s like my world is gone too
And I’ve got serious symptoms of withdrawal
My fever’s burning like a nasty flu.  

Doctor, doctor I am losing my head
I’m addicted and I can’t get enough
In a cold achy sweat I’m stuck in bed
And desperate for another dose of love.

Doctor, doctor you tell me there’s no cure
No pill or remedy to ease my pain
I guess I’ll always be left wanting more
Until my last day when I go insane.  

Love’s a disease and I’m under the weather
But it’s the only sickness that makes you feel better.
Jade Melrose Apr 2014
That hollow feeling when every things over
That hollow feeling when every things gone
That hollow feeling when theres nothing you can do
Oh, how well I know
that hollow feeling.
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