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You drained the life from my eyes and took the skips from my heartbeat when you left. You packed my smile, my laugh, my creativity and my optimism in your bags along with all of our ugly memories and you left me with nothing but tears and an endless ache in my chest that I can never seem to mend. You left me to replay every memory of us that made me fall in love with you and now I don't even have the ability to think straight- all I seem to think is how I still love you and how you'll never love me back.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC
The Ugly You've Caused
Boiling Point When he's throwing things across the room at me. When I can hear his footsteps booming down the hall after me yelling for me to stop all the way to the front door. When he finally catches up to me and yells at me about how running away won't fix a **** thing, but bolting is all I know so I keep running until all I can't hear him any more. Until all that surrounds me is the noise of cars passing me as I escape from both of us. Room Temperature When he finds me sitting on a park bench by the water clutching my sweater closer to me, shivering in the bitter wind because I ran out without my coat again. When he sits next to me and we sit in silence for what feels like hours. When he finally speaks and apologizes for everything, even though we both know it was my fault. When he pulls me into his arms and I don't feel the urge to run away any more. I know the feeling won't last so I sink into him and try to let go for as long as I can.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
boiling point | room temperature