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silas Sep 2015
i hope the next time you eat chocolate covered strawberries
you think of me
the way we'd share the taste of the bittersweet chocolate and the almost saccharine taste of fresh fruit between our lips
on those cold october nights

i hope the next time you listen to the crickets chirp at night
you think of how we used to snuggle up in bed late at night
attentive to nothing but the other's heartbeat and the insects outside play their songs for hours

i hope the next time you see those plaid patterns
you think of how i'd wrap myself all up in your flannels just to keep warm- the soft, woven fabrics brushing against my face

i just hope you don't forget about me the next time you kiss her
1st of september, 2015
a boy told me he liked my face and i spent the rest of the day wondering what his lips taste of

11th of september, 2015
rest in peace, all 9/11 victims and heroes

published on 14th of september, 2015
silas Sep 2015
i wasted my first kiss on a girl i did not truly love,
only done in the heat of the moment and the almost desperate feeling that i would never be anything without it

her lips did not taste like what they say in the books and movies
i felt no heat or passion, regardless of how hard i tried
if anything, it felt wrong

afterwards, she told me she loved me
but i could not return her feelings;
i will never say i love someone if i truly do not,
because people do not deserve to be hurt that way,
the way i've been hurt, time and time again

the stories you hear people tell about their first kiss
always has a feel of magic to it, and the joy they spread, a good memory,
one that most would want to relive

but mine will always be about a girl i will never love
and i often find myself wishing it never ******* happened in the first place
14th of september, 2015
even the tiny things from almost half a year ago still haunt me
silas Aug 2015
i gathered the courage to send you a message today
and luckily enough, you replied,
as if nothing had happened to us
prior to the seemingly never-ending silence
we put each other through

i don't want to remember.

you asked me how i was
i said i was doing okay
and i swear i felt your smile through the screen

you told me you've missed me
and i felt the plaguing sadness creep into me again
but quite honestly, maybe for a second or two,
i didnt know if you were lying or not

i knew better than to believe.

somewhere along the lines
we fell apart again
and now
all i hear is static.
30th of august, 2015
i hope you miss me

these are just getting worse and worse
silas Aug 2015
nothing makes me happy anymore and i think about dying every day
i look in the mirror and see my own misery reflected back at me
stop scaring me into someone i will never be

i miss you
please come home
28th of august, 2015
"i'll wonder how you're doing, but i won't call."
silas Aug 2015
the thunder in the distance echoes throughout the house
the trees dance in the wind
the raindrops pitter, patter quietly outside
while i lie in bed, curled up in the blankets,
staring out the window, unsure of what i was hoping to see

you always loved the rain
you always told me you'd dreamed of kissing someone in it
how unfortunate it is that i will never be that person
18th of august, 2015
"the world taught me angst when i deserved joy."
silas Aug 2015
your last relationship took you three years to get over
and you said, when we broke up,
that you're ready for another three, because of me

i wish i could've believed you,
to think that i actually mattered,
but of course, as it always turns out, i never do, do i?

don't ******* tell me you miss me,
don't tell me you're hurting,
don't tell me you wish things were different.

because i know you don't,
and you will never mean anything you said.

my tears will dry eventually,
my heart will stop aching one day
17th of august, 2015
i saw him with another girl and everything started hurting again
silas Aug 2015
i'll never know all the secrets you keep,
but i'll keep dreaming,
dreaming until it's 3am again and all i can think about is you.
17th of august, 2015
i havent slept in well over 36 hours and the nightmares dont stop
silas Aug 2015
on the 10th day of august, 2015,
you turned 16 years old.
i can imagine how magical that could have felt.
but the entirety of that day, i ached inside,
living, knowing i couldn't celebrate alongside you,
no matter how badly i wanted to,
because you didn't love me anymore.

you didn't care what could happen to me,
because it was your birthday,
and it was going to be all about you.

that's okay with me,
i'm sure any other person would want the same.

so here's me hoping you have a nice day,
despite all of the hurt i've felt lately.

happy birthday, jared
i love you
12th august, 2015
a bunch of dumb thoughts for someone special, posted late
silas May 2015
she smelled wonderfully sad,
the salt from her tears and the floral scent of her hair
somehow combined into a heavenly aroma i couldn't get out of my nose,
that reminded me of spring depression,
*as if i were collapsing in a field of wildflowers next to the ocean.
for alex westerfield, who smells exactly like this. you're perfect and i love you
silas May 2015
they weren't wrong when they said
nothing lasts forever.
you promised me forever,
and left your empty promise at the bottom of the ocean
with the rest of the decaying memories from my head.

how gullible i was to think things would work out.

happiness doesn't come easy.
the hollow ache in the pit of my stomach will never go away.
these are just things we learn to accept in our lives and move on.

why do i still miss you?
for jason. i ******* hate you, yet i still love you and that's what hurts
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