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wren cole Aug 2016
I will write poetry about you
The patterns in your freckles
The color of your eyes
The wit in your smile
The way it makes me me feel when you say "baby"

I want you to feel
The way you make me feel
I spill my love
I call you
"baby"
And I wonder if you stay up late at night grinning
And I wonder if you ever write poetry
about me
dear sky,
wren cole Aug 2016
Tell me how my eyes look like hot embers when the sun catches them just right
And how they light up when I talk about my latest obsessions
Tell me you love the way i jump across rooftops
Unpredictable
Always an adventure
Sketch a more beautiful portrait of this marred flesh
Like you don't see my scars
Like my extremes aren't deadly
Like you aren't afraid that one day jumping across rooftops will be my literal downfall
Just a simple slip
Always just a simple slip away
wren cole Aug 2016
thoughts
like little bugs
pesky things
creeping around your head
leaving bites and sores
*i am selfish
i am toxic
i am not worth it
  Aug 2016 wren cole
Shay
Like a child
I need to be protected from the monsters that only I can see
Like a child
I need to be held closely when all my nightmares come to be.
Like a child
I need to believe in everything and to be believed in too
Like a child
I need someone to be my comfort blanket so I can make it through
Like a child
I need to be told I'm loved and cared about every day
Like a child
I must be reminded that everything is going to be okay.
wren cole Aug 2016
I wear many masks if you keep me at a distance
I make an art of emotional masquerades
So if you are wise you will keep me at a distance
I tend to become attached once you let me within arm's length
And you will learn terrible things you didn't need to know
About the things that break me or that broke me long ago
So smile sweetly, stranger, from miles far away
I'm impulsive and imprinting
Hate it though I may
wren cole Aug 2016
I am
Painfully confused,
Floating lost somewhere
Between wanting you to be happy
And feeling tossed aside.
I am searching desperately
For shore.
wren cole Aug 2016
You've forgotten me
And I am truly abandoned
In your eyes
I've disappeared
It's not hard, really
I'm invisible
It's one of my little magic tricks
Like hiding my tears with silence
And laughing when I'm torn
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