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  Dec 2014 T Thomas
Kassadie Spencer
we're all addicted to secret killers wether it be cigarettes you stole from your mothers purse or alcohol you found it the garage or that boy who swore would never leave you, maybe those anti depressants at the bottom of your backpack or the razor blades you hide between the pages of your books. but baby the cigarettes will burn away the boy will leave even after promising he wouldn't, and sooner or later we all find our way to the bottom of the bottle and my dear the only happiness that will never die away is the kind you give yourself.
T Thomas Dec 2014
I don't want small talk
that only leads to you making a move.

There is no such thing as "casual dating" for me:
A relationship goes far beyond physical aspects.

What's the point if you're not mentally there?

I don't want empty love
built on tolerance and indifference,
and quick loss of interest.

I want slow burning passion.

I want fights and arguments,
raw emotion,
ecstasy, and meaningful ***.

Life is too profound to settle for anything less.
T Thomas Dec 2014
she was quiet
and always kept to herself
her face was soft
and her smile was innocent

although she's shy
don't mistake her for naive
because behind that smile
was a snarky smirk  
and if you looked in her eyes
you could see the sharp disinterest
  Dec 2014 T Thomas
Bluebird
today i watched her play with her hair
i watched her cute little fingers while
she raveled it, she made braids, a ponnytail
i was charmed , i was lost in the time.

.....completey taken by that innocent smile
T Thomas Dec 2014
Who knew that in the depths of misery
held a piece of life so sweet?

The way my heart floats when you're near me
or how a memory of you makes me sing

I have a smile that only you can see.
T Thomas Dec 2014
And after all we been through
Whenever I hear "Wonderwall"
I still think of you..
**** **** **** ****
I'm a lost cause honestly
T Thomas Dec 2014
The thought of being without you
doesn't make my chest sink like it used to
I can listen to our old songs and smile happily to myself
without going wild from crushing memories
I don't know how I feel about you now
but it's not bitterness
or even regret
I loved being loved
and showering you in affection
but now I must fall in love with myself
and realize that even being alone is a blessing
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