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without warning you tore me apart
with the broken glass of words unspoken,
but if you could pick up a piece
and see the scars you left behind,
would you have said anything at all?

*t.m.v
I wonder if you know
how much it hurt
to be buried in intuition.
pure, untaught knowledge
without a single doubt of feeling.
I lay before you like
your open palm,
waiting for you to grasp
the concept of my love.

instead you left,
like the tear escaping my eye
and rolling down my cheek.

*t.m.v
a slow itch exposes
old wounds
bound together by weak strings.
intoxicating thoughts
consume me with no hesitation.

without you things go
hazy.

*t.m.v
Love sick.
even though i was told
that true love exists,
i think someone made it up
just to be held at night.

*t.m.v
my weary heart rests
between quivering gasps for air
and innocent tears falling.
slow shadows that haunt
may not dwell in plain sight,
only to rush in
leaving broken hopes.

breathe

for this feeling is fleeting.

*t.m.v
For you, Grandpa.
bending* and b r e a k i n g under your thumb
only waiting to be
tossed, turned,
even slammed in the waves
of your empty promises.
hate lives in your stomach
f l o w i n g out like lava with
lies and insults
burning into my bones.
i'm grasping
for a safety net,
only to drown in
my own tears.

how long will it take
for you to
fall?

*t.m.v
Here is to hoping that karma actually exists.
although i grew
so secure and stable,
i'll always know
you were the one
to rip me from the ground.
but,
with the fall
of fresh kisses and moments,
ill remember how to
thrive again.

still,
i can't go back to
you.

*t.m.v
Mixed emotions.
why is it that we have to pay for our
mistakes,
insecurities,
education,
actions,
thoughts,
and emotions,
instead of some expensive
underwear?

*t.m.v
i wonder,
is he leaving?
steadily becoming a memory,
causing me to cling to now.
no one told me
that i would hear it in his bones
or in the way he'd say my name.

but they did say to love,
because in one second he could be
gone.

*t.m.v
"You are my heaven"
my body was not made
to be loved on occasion,
but to be devoured by warm hands
and grasped by sharp features.
you were meant to love me,
to be my savior
in times of indecision
or constraint.

now you are but a whisper
in a world full of screaming children,
waiting for their mothers to come
home.

*t.m.v
intoxicating.
my mind races as your
hands caress every inch
of my being,
twisting right
but going wrong.
like the blood beneath
my skin,
I burn for you.

then it is over,
and I am left
alone.

*t.m.v
I bet you are
most honest at 2 am
with your hair tangled
and body buried in sheets,
while your veins
spell out who you are.

*t.m.v
you secretly read this
waiting for reassurance,
but without cause.

time crawls away
leaving no trace of tenderness
or any raw innervation.

please leave,
for I am tired.
I am tired.

*t.m.v
i think you say things
to explain the chains
around your thoughts
that constantly tend to tighten
around your neck.

to find a reason
for pouring love into him
even though he poisons you
with only hate.

to make sense of how
you still feel his hands on you
searching for the way you
will never feel.

to see if what you feel
will just disappear
because you can't bear
to feel it.

i don't say much.

*t.m.v
how could I be so naive
to think that you were invested
in every last word I spoke?
pulses of pain hit my heart
with lies and
empty apologies.

how could I look at you,
the only thing I believed in,
and not see an intruder?
rumors fill my ears,
telling me stories of your
"I'm sorry."

how could you say you
love me, but
burn every bridge to dust?

tell me.

*t.m.v
I cannot hold you
like I do my alcohol,
but I can let go
like the smoke escaping your lips.

you are just ash
drowning in a sea of regret
with no place to call home.

*t.m.v
lying in the dark
I want to dissolve into you.
to swim through your veins
into the depths of your unknown,
only to breathe in a secret
that stays tucked under my skin.
let my hands guide your smile
until all guilt is washed away
without any doubt of love lost.
there is nothing to forgive,
and everything to forget.

*t.m.v

— The End —