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Blackenedfigs Jul 2020
M.
A drug
An inhale, exhale
I bend, you press
We hold and we lean

Through sweat and salty skin
His energy pulses through me
In momentous bursts
Of pain and pleasure

Uncertainty and unrequited love
Dance inside my womb
And flutter their wings to make their exit,
With the fragile whimpers of my breath

In a final act of exertion
And a careful execution of timing
Our performance comes to a euphoric end
And I fold back into myself,

Hoping to take a fragment of him
with me.
Blackenedfigs Jul 2020
We embrace;
I ask myself if I’m making a mistake
How can everything fit together so perfectly
Yet keep coming apart at the seams simultaneously?

You want me
So just say it.
This dance of “what if’s” that we keep practicing
Is not making either of us
Any better at our footwork.
Francie Lynch Jul 2020
NSF
I cashed in my hard-earned youth
On you.
I'm emotionally bankrupt,
Overdrawn on account of you.
There are insufficient funds in the vault
For future investments.
Besides, you have the combination;
So, I wait for a safe *******
With the velvet touch.
NSF: Non-sufficient funds
Diljeev Jul 2020
Tell me how does it feel
to be on the flipside of things,
I bet there's joy in every second
So dreamy yet so real.
I've had my share of moments
and I keep reliving them.
The things I pen about,
Look at you actually living them.
Tell me how does it feel
to be on the flipside of things,
I bet there's beauty in every minute,
Every minute as soothing as
when a wind chime rings.
I have my share of beauty
I pen it down every night,
Look at you in this shining armour
posing as her knight.
Tell me how does it feel
to be on the flipside of things,
I bet there's charm in every hour,
Unlike this ordeal.
Often I pen about
how I starve for
these moments and then I
Look at you as the same
moments you devour.
na Jul 2021
you
the sound of wind surrounds,
or is it just you?

the sun sets on my skin,
or is it just you?

i had a dream about love,
it's not about you.
end Jul 2020
call you miss peach
mushroom princess
sugary sweet
my fairy child
cottagecore queen

(hello)
goodbye i think it's time that i leave
i know that now's no good for you and me
we'll be together one day baby (maybe)
but until that time i'll set you free (oh)

did you cast a spell
because i fell head over heels
i know your type well
fairies and elves get me hurt
because i fall too **** hard

(hi there) hello
looks like it's time that i go
you and me won't work out too well
we'll be together one day (unlikely)
until that time you won't be mine (oh)

call you miss peach
mushroom princess
cottagecore queen
not trying to be mean
but you're just a little too sweet

(hello) goodbye i've got to go
i think it's time that i leave
now's not a good time for you and me
won't be together baby
until you decide to fly by me (oh)

call you miss peach
mushroom princess
and you'll never be

not trying to be mean
but you're just a little too sweet

my cottagecore queen
Pinelle Bikouta Jul 2020
Ever been kissed with no meaning,
Yet had everything seeming,
As if it were all alright?

I got kissed like it was nothing,
And yet to me it felt like something,
And lately that's been haunting my mind.

It's like my kisser had nothing felt,
Yet it felt like he needed no one else,
And that's why lately I'm not fine.

We know the sun is for the day,
And night is where the moon lays,
But the love behind that kiss felt like sunshine at midnight.

I lay here and feel broken,
And I swear that this was spoken,
But I'm repeating that I do not feel right.

I got kissed by someone I thought I loved,
But to love wasn't enough...
Because in the end it felt like I wasn't even liked.
vonny Jul 2020
my dear, did i damage and fracture you,
after all the glowing conversations?
i can hope you know i never meant to
i curse my heart for lack of sensations

you were of cinnamon and pumpkin spice,
and i was of subtle cocoa and mint
you always thought mint chocolate was nice
i never felt the same about pumpkin

did my careful words graze your skin with blood,
because you saw me as aphrodite?
or did you view me as a spot of mud,
desperate to scrub off and make mighty?

did my lack of warm feelings pierce your heart?
or was love bitter and not sweetly ****?
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