remember when you said you loved me
and you thought i'd be surprised?
but i wasn't, not really...
because i'd seen it in your eyes
when you looked in mine.
i'd seen it in the little smiles you gave me every morning.
and i'd seen it when i looked across the room at you
and you were already blushing back at me...
it hurts to remember.
it hurts to imagine you alone right now
curled up in your bed
or maybe it hurts to experience that.
because i know you won't see this...
you stopped caring a long time ago
and i wish it was that easy for me...
how did you do that?
i wonder every day...
how can you just stop caring?
it's my fault
and i should just let go
the way everyone around me already has
the way i know you have...
i used to see you everywhere.
i couldn't even leave my room
because i knew you'd be somewhere out there...
but now i look around and remember
you're not out there.
you're a thousand miles away
and whether you chose it or not
i know you're happier now...
how else could you be okay with that name?
and yet complex.
eight letters that hold so much
how much difference could my absence make
that you're serene now?
i try to convince myself i'm over it, done.
but i never really stopped writing about you.
If you can’t find a familiar voice,
For gods sake, don’t argue.
Just give up and take an easy route.
Without a belt or needle,
Just a cable and a screen.
You’ll be able to shoot up on dopamine.
So easy to always seem right.
**** it, you don’t have to be bright!
The ease we have to escape strife,
Makes me want to steam clean my brain.
Bathe in disinfectant.
Let hand sanitizer be my imbibe.
Better yet bleach.
You can say anything.
Racist, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, misandrist, dull, shallow, backstabbing, hateful, and malicious.
Go on the internet,
And find a Fuckyeah.com for it.
Never bein who I wanna.
lost a thing.
have to leave.
Making me melt.
The rain came down in heavy sheets. He pulled his soaked hood tighter to protect himself and kept walking.
Where the hell was she?
Would he find her in time?
Or was it already too late?
He wanted nothing but to find her in that moment before she did something dumb and regret filled.
There sitting on the bridge railing he saw a dark shape he knew was her.
He rushed towards her calling her name.
She looked back and hurriedly went to stand.
He grabbed her before she could jump, pulling her into his chest.
He could not tell for the rain if she had been crying.
But when opened her mouth to let out the most gut wrenching sob he'd ever heard, he knew that her face was damp with salty tears.
Wrapped in his arms she finally looked at him with nothing but pleading in her eyes. He solemnly looked at her and nodded, promising to keep her safe.
He pulled her closer to his chest.
He knew that she wouldn't be his forever, but he would protect her while she was
This started with a prompt i found on Pinterest and it slowly shifted into a really sad short story so....yeah
Write about the Sky
how it shines
Write about the Ocean
and all its tides
Write about Pain
Write about Belief
Write about Love
And how It's Received
Write about Friends
Write about Trends
Write about Healing
Write about the Feeling
Write about the Cosmo
Write about Speed
Write about Trees
Write about Greed
Write about Memory and how it serves
Write about Honor and what it deserves
Write it once
Write it again
Save the draft &
label The End
Write about it all or write about bone if you only have one thought then you've already begun
enough with flippant poetry
just give me something heavy (yeah!)
you know as well as i do:
that's what depression's for!
(chorus?, then repeat)
Amongst the leaves I am a conductor
I have guided their hue and told them their future
they have agreed
I am a wanderer, I am Bede and lost amidst the cockles
I have bled and tasted the Salton Seas
I will give my entire wealth of the universe which is replenished
I will show the world the gift of my unknown
It is soft chocolate that has melted in the heat
It is a love that is unrequited and dies inevitably
I am a philosopher and upon my hill I view some lady in the garden
She is beautiful but of the state and in that way I cannot be
I am a trader of knowledge and wealth is the secret I guard enviously
She will never have this treatise
I will grow old and wither on the steps of the acropolis
I will become food for the olivine complexion of her skin
I will be the very foundations of her visions
I will touch the corneal fragments of her children
I am a faker and a figment of imagination
Dear friends its been a while!
I can't believe
It took so long to reconcile.
So often it feels like
I'm only giving off a profile.
so I must say
I’ve missed your smile.
I've been thinking lately
(And you know how
My thoughts can be deadly)
That maybe I
Am lost again already.
I’ll swallow my pride this time
And ask for help before I go crazy.
I can't feel my emotions.
Every other obstacle feels like
a toss into the deepest of oceans.
And no matter what I do
Its like I’m only going through the motions.
It's so hard to be around people
Without feeling like my mind and body are prisons
Help me, please
I don't want to be alone anymore but
this is the only place I feel at ease.
I feel sicker than before now,
How can I cure my self of this disease?
All my efforts drain me.
Why would my heart have a lock without keys?
I am so sorry
I'm working through some
of this explosive self-fury.
I hope you can forgive me
and save yourself some worry
because I know to ask now and besides:
it's not as bad as it could be.
tbh i could really use some attention. thanks.