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Anastasia Aug 2019
Walls I've never seen
Floors I've never touched
Slight hostility and indifference
Dance like steam in the air
Blue eyes
Refuse to look at me
My only anchor
Abandoning me
Scared
And confused
I need you here
But you've forgotten
The truth we made
First day in highschool. No thanx
i dont know how to address you anymore so i wont.
its been about 4 months since i last heard your voice.
almost 3 since you wished me on my birthday.
i remember the first time i met you like it was yesterday.
you walked towards me.  
nervous smile on your face.
bottle of tequila in your hand.
white shirt.
cherry pants.
suede shoes.
you stood before me.
said hi.
made a joke about shaking hands.
but hugged me like your life depended on it.
let go of me.
walked with me a little.
hugged me again.
like it was oxygen for you.
stood by my side in the elevator.
looking at me.
through your peripheral vision.
that night, we were glued to each other at the hip.
you went down on your knee.
asked me to be yours.
kissed me in front of strangers.
no care in the world.
because yours resided in my eyes.
and mine, in yours.
these eyes of mine,
they’ve built a house of nonchalance
around my heart.
no one can even get a peek
into the glorious mess of feelings
that reside there
for they would never be able to find a key
to the doors
and turn that empty house
into a home
Joyce Jul 2019
v
the walls that protect you
are the same walls that imprison you
yes you're safe...
but safe exactly from what?
AE Jul 2019
Take me to another time
When “grand” was small
And you were mine
Take me to the quiet nights
The ones that would keep me talking for days
Back to when the sun would shine
Straight into your lost eyes
And we would talk like morning birds

Back to when I’d miss your face
But now I tend to feel alone
When you’re here and when you’re gone
Now I seem to speak in silence
Whisper my dreams to your eyes
But you’re fading behind my walls
The ones you thought you tore down
They only got stronger with time
Take me back to when we were
Something that I’d never seen

But...

Now you’ve disappeared behind these walls
On your way to another dream
Calluses form on my fingers
My bones replaced with steel
Thick vines and thorns cover my hands
To handle my demons and other evils

My hands grew an armor of their own
Losing my gentle touch in the process
Asking me to hold something so fragile
Is a longing i have persistently repressed

My strength would override my intention
I would mistakenly crush it within my grasp
Tears watering a dead flower
Would not redeem my past

Love, so kind and gentle
Has to suffer, to penetrate my walls
In order to defeat my defence mechanisms
My insecurities and all of my faults

You ask why don't I break my own barriers
It is for love's protection from me
So I cower and hide, avoiding love itself
Behind the assumption that it was meant to be
Wilder Jul 2019
You said I couldn't understand
You said my heart couldn't even feel
You said I could never love anyone

Unfortunately
I do.
And I do know how it feels to be
Torn
Apart
Because I couldn't control what someone had taken out of my hands

But I've never told you
The way it was
The tension spiking as the question
Popped out of his mouth
We were young
Still are
But
My heart
Is growing old
Of the feelings it cannot hold

I. Refuse to admit it
I. Never will
Because I said no
And he turned away
I still see him now and then
But I built a wall between us
All cause I didn't want to see his
Blood
On my hands

In a twisted game
Of telephone
I never meant to start
He heard
"I love you"
But I'd said
"I used to"
And from that moment on
It was a tangled loom
On which we wove
A tapestry of feuds

I still see him now and then
But I built a wall between us
And nothing will ever be
The same
Idk what to say about this one. I wrote it a couple months ago
Mary Velarde Jul 2019
prompt: write about the way the rain makes you feel

07/18/19
12:39 am

I've greeted grayer skies
behind my bedroom window
like new blossoming skin.
The rhythm of the pitter-patter,
like a serenade to summer,
like a late-season peach,
soft with many bruises.
Listen —
there’s a kind of tender
in the rain
that leaves one to their smallness
as the world washes away.
Tell me,
what is the right way to miss you?
Because I’ve peeled away every weaponry
I’ve built from the rubble,
tooth and nail,
clumsy hands,
bricked walls
tightly woven into suffering,
And yet I am still
a welcome mat
to your name.
I greet your presence,
like downpour--
teeth bared,
but no longer quivering.

mgv
annieohk Jul 2019
Lover of my heart
Breaching the strongest of walls
I am helpless now
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