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Jun 2015 · 232
You Did This To Me
Maria Jun 2015
I tried to rid myself of your presence,
but it was like ripping off a limb
and then realizing that the poison had already traveled in.
So I tore off the other places
until eventually, I was peeling your scent off with my skin
and your whispered words off with my lips.
There is nothing left for me to give.
I know that I am helpless now
that you are in my heart.
Interpret how you choose.
Jun 2015 · 365
Growing Up
Maria Jun 2015
Sister wakes me up to watch the sun rise.
I braid her hair.
We spend the day chasing daydreams through our field of innocence,
far from the oceans of longing.

I (should) dare not stray
the direction my wings are pulled.
I am only a human, though.
My guilty conscience stays home to babysit.

Father visits and asks where I've been.
I lie and when he's gone, I leave again.
The things worth keeping are the hardest to find.
I can never return to Sister's field now that I have found much more than I was looking for.

— The End —