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winter Mar 2019
left his mark in my hallowed body
to what i wish would form a separate being
and seeing my form sprawled and displayed
bringing forth the ache
that pangs every corner of his core
he is not one of myself
but in my obsession will i take him
and will i break him or will he break me
into this swelling teary mess
use him to strip myself of pride
my suicide alternative
lamenting at his glory
crawling and scrapping for that moment of euphoria
it stabs and willows
when the night is over i am left with myself
and even i am gone.
Kale Mar 2019
I want to meet you
I want to kiss you
I dream of our life
Together, forever
I admit it
I have feelings for you
But that term is
Foreign
I’m scared
My feelings may no longer
Be one of flirtatious exploits
But of obsession.
Max Feb 2019
Everything will be alright as long as I don’t see you
I will be alright as long as I don’t see you
My heart won’t madly throb as long I don’t see you
My stomach won’t be twirling as long as I don’t see you
My nerves will sleep in peace as long as I don’t see you
My hands won’t quietly shake as long as I don’t see you

I try and love myself as long as I don’t see you
I can do anything as long as I don’t see you

As long as our eyes don’t meet
This sour ice won’t get to me

And just as long as long as I look away
My mind can reach a thousand ways
And I believe I’m free
As long as I don’t see

As long as I don’t hear
I can pretend I’m clear
In thought and in intention

As long as I don’t talk
My fear’s a word in chalk
And I can clean the board

So, after all I’ve said
Do I want to see or hear or talk to you?

Can I?

Please?
Nicole Bataclan Feb 2019
I will order
Those extra fries
Like the best things
In life

One is never enough.

If everything
We have been through
Did not put a halt —
A story
We keep coming back to

Are we moving forward
Or am I in love
With a bookmark?
Jenna Feb 2019
The stress of tests
for which I confess
that I am depressed
but will still suppress
that feeling of stress
with a tightening in my chest

I should have guessed
instead of creating this mess
the teacher is impressed
to bad I'm too obsessed,
to even protest
I cannot help but inquest
when I will receive my eternal rest
Should be studying, I keep telling myself
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