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brokenperfection Aug 2014
Her
My heart, it can't take much more
Knowing your secrets, your core
Does she touch you the way I do?
Does she love you like I want to?
Tell me, when you're awake at night
Shadowed by her hair and the moonlight
Do you think of me?
This is a game of run and chase
I'm the mouse, and she's the snake
I could prove myself to you but what good would it do
If you stay by her side until death turns you blue?
I see the way you fight and the fire in her eyes
She'd rather make you miserable than admit her lies
How can you stay?
I envision us woven together,
You and me bound by a tether
Discovering crevices and dips and grooves
The way your shoulders feel so smooth
My dreams are of you doing better, for you
My hope is that you will add me in, too
She'll call me a home wrecker, it may be fact
But don't let our chance slip through the cracks
Ruthie Aug 2014
She is perfect.
Flawless.
Not like me.
She's able to give you the world.
Every bit of it.
I'm sorry I can't.
I can, however, give you every piece of me.
I'll let you break every inch of my heart.
Over and over again.
She would never annoy you.
She is everything you need.
She has the time.
So do I.
But you can't see that.
God. She's so perfect.
And I'm just.....
Well I'm just a girl.
Caught up in the idea of us.
I would part the seas
just so you don't get wet
but you would rather they did it.

I would fight every monster in Tartarus
just to keep you safe
but you don't care.

I would go to Hell and back
just cause you asked me to
but it doesn't matter, does it.

I was there by your side
when you were crying
but it's them you have your eyes on.

I love you
no matter what you say
but you love someone else.
I hate love triangles...
Lily Deane Jun 2014
Is she still your reflection?
Because I look in the mirror and only see decay
I see her dancing in your eyes
I know her figure is projected onto your eyelids while you sleep
An hourglass full of grains of 'yesterdays'
That you shatter just to fall asleep
Changing behind screens as to not expose your secrets
By tomorrow I will be nothing but an outline in the sand
Left by children too young to know better or understand
Too naïve to have seen the storm clouds rolling their way
I might have been looking for a needle in a stack of hay
And like a magpie you found it and hid it in your back pocket
Taking my hand, distracting it from what it yearned for
Using the other to pull my heart out
Only now am I starting to mind the bleeding
I frantically smear my insides on to my chest
In the hope that I have a chance of saving myself
You can try your hardest to forget me
But I wont let you do so
Easily
I'll plague you when I finally fall in love again
I'll haunt you when you stay round her house, my friend
Your soup will taste like my mouth
And I swear it will defeat you like poison
Your skin eaten away like cotton by a moth
You'll find me hidden in graveyards
A twisted reminder of what we once had
I am not quite driftwood yet but when I am
I hope to float your way
this got incredibly bitter as i wrote it.
Hannah Anderson May 2014
How can you miss something
that was never yours
how can you want something that was forbidden?
I was taken
but you were there
your curly, dark, **** hair.

I was taken,
but you were not
you were rugged **** and hot.

you and I were close as can be,
close as can be with a boyfriend
a boyfriend who called and texted
until I iced up
swearing and yelling that I ****** up
I cheated
I kissed you
we ****** and I lied

little did he know
I wouldn't even sit by your side.
you were fragile, so fragile
I didn't want to touch you
I didn't want to shake you
or wake you from your living dream
I thought you would just break apart.
You big old mystery.
He didn't know I felt this way,
he suspected and he accused

Things unsaid,
things undone
you untouched,
me unloved.
unraveling feelings
unraveling thoughts

I thought I was happy,
so did he,
we loved each other long,
long and tenderly
It was familiar, it was safe.
He didn't know I wanted
all I didn't have

The weird thing is I was happy
and that's what makes this so bad.

You wouldn't be good, poisonous practically.
You were forbidden fruit, but I was hungry.

Now that you are gone
theres nothing I could do
I have a few regrets
one, was not reaching out and touching you.
Helsy Flores May 2014
One belongs in the past,
The other is meant to last.
Choose wisely between one another,
Because you will lose the other.
2014
Do you like cheese?
I do; my favorite is Gouda.

Irony:
The unlucky triangle I'm in.

A girl likes him,
He likes either the girl or
Her.
She has no interest in any,
And another, he likes the first.
The girl is friends with all,
And the boys are inseparable.
Who will win?
Maybe he wants someone unattainable,
But this is only half the story.
The fools don't know anything about anyone,
Truth may never exist here.
This isn't even a triangle,
Just a slight problem.

I hate the days I am a problem to people.
But this sounds familiar.
Quintan Definition: characterized by paroxysms that recur every fifth day.
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