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Tonight I realized that
you weren't the one
who wrecked me,
ruined me,
or destroyed me.

It was me.

Because only I
have the power to
do that to myself.

                                        I destroyed myself
                                        by loving you.
stacey renei Jun 2014
I've forgotten how to gasp
For the beauty I saw
It seemed so long ago
When I saw beauty like yours
Your dimpled smile
Plays across my mind
Like a song overplayed
On the mainstream radio
I muffle my screams of joy into my pillow
Because my god, oh my
A beauty like yours
Lingered in my mind for hours
this is just a simple poem so i'm sorry if it's not that good. but yeah, please continue to like and comment on my works. thanks :) (btw i'd appreciate it if you guys made this one trend too)
She wonders the streets
searching for her love.
He's no where in sight.
He's no where to be found.
She searches day and night.

Day after day.
Night after night.

But still no sign nor sight.
All she needs is a hero.
A hero whomever can
wipe her tears for years.
Aubree Brianne May 2014
Maybe I should really let go
I'm no good for you
And you're certainly no good for me
How can everything be perfect
And two seconds later be a disaster
My scars are forever repeating their past
Being torn open
Replayed
Sown back together
Just to be torn open again
I must say I'm not always to blame
But you make me feel that way
My eyes are strong
But my heart is weak
Not shedding a tear
But skipping beats because I'm scared
Aubree Brianne May 2014
I don't want to think about you leaving
It scares me.
Knowing that I'll be alone
Alone
Alone
That you won't be around for me to hug
To cry to
To lean on
I'll just be hurting
Hoping you'll come back but you'll be gone
Very distant from me
And I'll be alone
Alone
Alone
Aubree Brianne Apr 2014
What do you think of when you hear my name?
Is it bad? Is it good?
My name does not belong
My name does not belong on the bad side
When you barely even know me
My name is not the way that
I've cut my wrist to see the vein
It's not the way that I was brought up
It's not the way that I was taken advantage of when I
Myself
Was a child
My name is not
The way that I'll lay in bed for hours
and cry over you
My name is not
The way that I am always sad
My name is not
The way that I bash myself
My name is not
**Something you know
Aubree Brianne Apr 2014
It's not about the way that you dress
It's not about the way you flip your hair
It's not about how many friends you have
It's about the way that you smile
When my whole world is in denial
It's about the way I can't resist you
Even after not talking for a while
It's about the way you touch every curve on my body
Along with every feeling within my being
It's about how I get such a peaceful sleep
Whenever you sing to me
It's not about the way that you can be the biggest ****
It's about the way that you make up for it
It's about the way that you keep me your secret
It's about the way that you can't keep it
It's not about us
It's about what we could be
Aubree Brianne Apr 2014
How could you grab my hand knowing
Knowing what I go through
Knowing I love you
And I'm hidden
I'm hidden in the darkest corner
The darkest crease of your love
Your words bring joy to me
Yet your actions bring disappointment
Don't let me slip deep into
Deep into those brown eyes of yours
Knowing
Knowing you'll break my heart
Break my heart once again
Aubree Brianne Apr 2014
I want to go on a 3 A.M. walk with you.
Let the lights shine into our eyes as I hold your hand and tell you about how I’ve been missing you so much.
I can let out a couple of tears while we listened to the song you would sing to me so I could get to sleep.
I can tell you how every piece of you falls perfectly into me.
Isobel Leslie Apr 2014
You called it a love bite
Like the word hickey would burn in your mouth
and strip away the taste of her still on your lips

You called it a love bite
Because hickey sounded like troubled teens
and stained sheets

You called it a love bite
Because her perfume still stuck to your shirt
and you didn't want to take it off

You called it a love bite
because you loved her
But you knew she called it a hickey
and nothing more.
Let him go. Just because he loves you doesn't mean you own him. Let him go.

— The End —