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  Aug 2015 Taya
Nicole Dawn
Did you know?
At the center of the universe
There's a black hole

Which means
The heart of the universe
Is remarkably similar to mine
Taya Aug 2015
Grief hits me
like a punch to the face
I see the casket being lowered
covered in lace

My hands shake
my heart breaks
nothing is good anymore
because he's gone

There's no hope
to carry on
reminders of him
plague my mind
he will never be
left behind

Life without him
is like being blind
nobody is the same
everyone is too kind

But there's still hope that
maybe he's waiting for me
because it's not the same
without him

It will never be
  Aug 2015 Taya
Rapunzoll
There are parts of me that
lay unrested - they are ghosts
in hallways, they are smoke
suffocating in locked rooms.

Sometimes I can feel
myself fading and it takes
all I have to pull myself
back from the abyss.

I'm walking on ice, yet
to find a stable foothold in
life seems unprecedented.

I still haven't learnt when
my hands began writing
rather than shaking.
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Taya Aug 2015
It's strange how
fragile
life is

We're all delicately
put together like paper dolls
ready to break at
any given point

Our bodies
weak
so easily destroyed

A knife to the heart
A bullet to the head
A hideous accident

It's unfair

Why live
only to go through such pain?
Taya Aug 2015
There is an allure
to the forbidden

the greater the risk,
the more tempting
the prize becomes
Taya Aug 2015
Words leave their mouths
they cut me to the bone
scars lit my body
but they don't know

Each verb hurts
each one more cruel
each one creates
another scar
and blood pools too

Eyes stinging like acid
my body flinches back
somehow
their words are more
hurtful than a smack
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