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Ava Courtney May 2019
I was your sugar rush,
You craved me for a short amount of time.
Begging me
Asking me
To give you more
You devoured my love.
You tasted my lips,
The lips you said tasted like brown sugar.
I was always on your mind
My warm honey colored body
And my brown sugar lips
You craved my curls.
My dark brown eyes
Everything…

But eventually your craving ended
You no longer begged me
And asked me
You became too full
The hunger you had for me went away
You told me you desire something “Healthier”
Something “better”
Our love was sweet
Maybe too sweet
And sometimes too much sweetness
Can make you sick.
Lizzie Feb 2019
*******

**** your curly brown hair    That my fingers would get tangled in.

**** your chocolatey brown eyes     That my soul would get lost in.

**** your rose tinted cheeks                  That you hated but I adored.

**** your warm deep voice                          That soothed my anxiety.

**** your beautiful vocabulary       That made my heart skip a beat.

**** your green jacket                                   That fit me like a blanket.

**** your elitist music taste                             That I secretly enjoyed.

**** the way you held me                            And made me feel loved.

**** the way you kissed me                               Soft and passionately.

**** the way you left me                          Wordlessly out of nowhere.

AND **** THE WAY YOU ****** ME

Honestly, just *******.
You say you know me
But you don't know
All the thoughts that I don't show
I can be tricky when it comes to how I feel
I've been hurt to much to fully heal
Now you're trying to break my walls
As I ignore your encouraging calls

You say you know me
But you don't know
That I have been hit with a fatal blow
I have glued this mask upon my face
All because of hates warm embrace
You can't tell me that you can see
Everything that is going on around me

You say you know me
But you don't know
I'm too weak to reap what I sow
Life strangles me when I get on my feet
I raise a white flag unable to take the heat
One step forward, and two steps back
Nothing can make up for what I lack

You say you know me
But you don't know
I'm not good for you, so please just go...
Pevi Legendario Mar 2016
Who am I to you, dear stranger?
A lone stranger too.

Someone you can't believe in,
Someone you can't love.

Someone so full of sin,
Someone who fell from above.
YES PEOPLE ITS LUCIFER
camila annette Apr 2014
Everything happens for a reason*, they say.


People say a lot of things. They talk and talk and talk. Not knowing that the person next to them is broken like a glass and says ‘I’m okay’ as if it were the truth. They just have no idea what it’s like. What it’s like to seek safety in other people. What it’s like to go home every day and cry until your eyes look like a tornado. What it’s like to not be happy for the fact that millions of internal voices take control of someone’s thoughts. They just have no idea.
this is bad
Chuck Mar 2014
My wife I'll love, for years to come
But if she would ever pass or leave me
I'll audition a new love, no three
I'll challenge the ladies to a game of fun

I'll make my own game of "Chopped"
They'll cook, I'll taste and evaluate
I must chop one, I won't hesitate
From three to two, they'll be cropped

I have a sophisticated palette or taste
Burgers, pizza, steaks, potatoes sweet
Chefs are ecstatic, pleasant, and neat
Yet I need to stay slender in the waste

Who am I trying to fool or trick
Women won't compete to feed me
If I want to eat, there is one solution I see
"You will have to make a phone call, Slick"

             I've "been chopped!"
Watching the cooking show Chopped with the fam. Just felt like writing a silly rhyme.

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