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I'm basking in sadness
Like lovers do after heated love-making
It coats my skin and leaves me aching for more
Another taste of the pleasure of agony
The only difference is I'm alone
There's no one there tangled up in the mess of me
And in the throes of my passion
There was no one to witness the arch of my back
Or my teeth digging into the softness of the pillow
The bruises it left aren't hand-shaped,
And they lie underneath my skin instead of coloring it
Sweet agony is a lonely existence
Yet one that I invite into the emptiness of my bed as often as I can
maxine Oct 2015
I'm just an empty coffee cup, with nothing left in me and all of the stains from the past.
i can no longer be your pick-me-up.
Hanna Kelley Jun 2015
sometimes you just need to let go

like a bird
You will learn to fly
On the way down
If you believe
You will survive
And live to be stronger
And more confident
Than you ever were
N Jun 2015
It hasn't rained this hard in months, the window is tasting the wrath of the sky and I am laying, clothed in empty. Have you ever felt the weight of lids against your eyes? It's almost like the closing of the curtain after a play that should have never ended. I guess that's how I feel tonight. It's the first time that the tremble of lightning shakes the house and I don't miss you. It's the first time that the thoughts inside my head are being drown out by rain. Maybe this is why there are storms, maybe everyone is a little empty. I've always loved the roaring of thunder; I never loved you.
In a darkened room
I whispered the evening blooming
Like a winter rose Or summer love
Here but for only a moment
And on waking
*It passed into dreams
Àŧùl Jun 2015
Various flavours all so sweet,
They indicate only one thing,
Definition of sweetness & joy.

Enjoy it with friends or family,
Or the most beautiful memory,
I enjoy it with her on my mind.

It is just so sweet & chocolatey,
Just as her strong & soft nature,
I love them both, but I eat Oreo!
My HP Poem #880
©Atul Kaushal
Aspen Jun 2015
missing you is like watching
the tide draw back and waiting
for it to return to nip at my
ankles but never again feeling the
relaxing touch of the water
Delaney May 2015
Occasionally,
I feel like a light bulb.
One that has been flickering
for many years.
One that is close to burning out,
yet no one truly cares,
because when I do
I will simply be replaced
by something much brighter
and much better
than I.


(d.d.b)
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