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I’m drowning.
Pushing me under,
Holding me down,
I’m worthless.

I’m clawing for the surface.
Desperation
Panic
Begging for release,
I’m nothing.

I see your face at the top.
Smiling
Gloating
Malicious
You want me to die.

You're nothing, you say.
You're just a puppet for my amusement, you say.
I’m just here to please your desires,
My needs don’t matter.
I’m an object in your eyes.

Our entire relationship was me drowning
And all you did was stand by
You watched me struggle to stay above
And you just laughed
And held me down.
My relationship with my ex boyfriend was a one-sided street, where I gave everything and he gave nothing in return. He abused me mentally and emotionally.
I love her so much
She loves me too
Our intense love brings so much good
Laughter and joy
Company and intimacy
But at the same time
We worry so much about each other
It results in sadness filling up our hearts
Upset with the fact that the other may be having a bad day
Or a bad night
Upset with the fact that there are thousands of miles separating us
Across the ocean
In a different country
How I wish to hold her on those bad days
And kiss her to sleep on those hard nights
How I wish to be there in person to comfort her
So she not only has my words but my embrace
I need her to smile every day
To know I'm doing my job right
Because her happiness is my everything
She makes my world spin
Without her, I don't have much
These few bad days and bad nights
Are well worth it
She is my never ending bliss
© Willa 2014
Sometimes he let his eyes rest on hers, it needn't have been painful,
but it strangely was.
He broke a lifetime of avoiding eye contact to show her.
She was worth overcoming obstacles for.
Stop thinking that you are too much
this or that
too ugly or too fat
because you are worth
much more
than a number.

No jean size, person or society
can dictate how you live your life.
No failure or mistake can ever
define you.

You are only defined by your character.
You shut me out
with your words
your actions and
your body language.

You don't appreciate me
or my talents.

You don't want to get to know me.

Worst of all,

You don't care
about me.
 Mar 2014 The Last Wordsmith
tami
You
Am i wrong
For thinking
That i could?

Am i wrong
For thinking
That I'm good?

Am i wrong
For thinking
About you?
I write for her
Though I don't think she knows
My heart like my words
To her I hope they'll flow.
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