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It is electric, she is passionate from a far, conversations all night, making our future plans daily until the early light

She took my heart completely sent me large amounts of love so deeply

Then we were there the truth was on the ground, life changes made us each our love to be realized and truly found,

It was good I will not lie on it, new realities some take your breath away some make you cry on it.

Changes made, loves been found, realities realized how does this go down

She packed up her life, changed her pose, she gave me back my heart like a wilted dried up rose

Left me with empty promises unfulfilled back to her chaos my feeling love and heart totally killed

I see her from time to time, passing by I think to myself shes dangerous lives lie uses hearts like thing to be had, gives them back broken bad...
Love found and left it lost, heart break like never before my life shortened for sure...
a girl so clever, prideful, a ego so large to fool you into thinking you were at fault and undeserving, the one mistreating her.

She'd have in the corner as she told you your feelings and how you were to be,  and all you wanted was more.

Blind to the fact she was drowning you with her presence,  walking you to deep waters of sadness, and twisted truths.

She smashes souls and closes the door without a mere glance back, to bait another into the fog of disfunction

Sadly she had my heart completely, she opened it, filled like never before and crushed it because she could in a matter of years

Hearts mend, but the scars are permanent
A girl had me completely like none had ever had, twisted me turned like a sail in the wind, and one day without notice found fault in me so deep to cut me in two, and leave me, my life scrambled and heart broken in tiny peices not easily found
Loud can move a crowd
But whispers move mountains
It showed up and stuck....
crystallaiz Aug 13
it came out of nowhere
like the arrival of summer showers
the bicycle speeding round the corner
my favourite song playing on the radio
i wasn't prepared for you
the way i wasn't prepared to start anew
you're the scent of spring rain
morning coffee
you're my sweet death
and i'm not ready
i hope i'm not actually starting to like you ****. i don't think so. i can't be this terrible in choosing people to like.
Isla Winters Jun 13
Consistency was never my thing,
Any context says so,
Certainty was just a fling,
But anxiety is waiting at home.

Consistency is repetitive and boring,
Always knowing what comes next,
But I found solace in its simplicity,
So I didn't like the sudden text.

The text was short but not sweet,
Dark in its words,
It only consisted of one question,
'Hey...have you heard?'

It was from someone I didn't expect,
A somewhat old friend of mine,
But from those four words,
I knew it was time.

She was going through alot,
From what I remember,
And we both lost a person,
That late December.

It ruined the consistency of things,
What happened then,
Because all were left were rings,
And my heart empty and aware.
David J Jun 8
i just dont get it
I question how much was real
ive been played a fool

i thought it was love
did you really just play me
... i want to say no

but what have you said
how could say things like that
I know i couldnt

does it just help you
I guess then i wouldnt mind
but dang... that just hurt

now that i look back
were you always just playing
youve got skill alright

ha... i never thought
that i could be played like this
congrats you got me

i gave you my heart
but you just saw a trophy
i hope you had fun

.... because ive never felt this close to being done
... im, so... lost.  I was in so deep... wow did she pull me in. I dont even know anyomore wth happened. Ive lost everything...
Ive been, completly and utterly.... defeated
Maria Etre May 21
I suddenly awoke from hypnosis
my eyes no longer dilate
at your sight
but my
mind expands when my thoughts
sneak out to dance with the idea of you
in the middle of the night on a white sheet
with ***** lead shoes writing the story of
what my heart wanted, my mind thought
and poetry yearned for
purple turtle Mar 10
Then there's the girl who's just waiting to be fixed
It's not me
It's these demons hiding under my bed
Their need to eat
Not my soul
Not my heart
Or at least what's left of it
It's all gone
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