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wren cole Aug 2016
you find new people to talk to
(or rather
new places to carve words into your skin where they won't look)
when the silence eats away at you
new people would be the ideal
but how can you overcome your trust issues
when they always turn and leave
(and they always turn and leave)
wren cole Aug 2016
I couldn't find the words to describe the hurt
So I put your name in my skin
wren cole Aug 2016
The problem with having stars in your eyes
Is the constant reminder that you are only human
And will be always restricted to Earth
We're reading Aristotle's poetics in AP Lit and my teacher is wonderful but she sometimes says things that deeply upset me
wren cole Aug 2016
I'll keep smiling for you;
I'll hang on to wishful thinking.
I know that you're a part of me.
I know infatuation passes quickly
And nostalgia is abstract,
Not strong enough to tie our fates together.
I hate that I still love you now.
I hate that I'll probably love you forever.
If I write my soul for you,
Will it bring back memories?
Was I everything to you
When you were everything to me?
I still love you and you
I don't know how to let go
It hurts
Je brûle
wren cole Aug 2016
I tear pages out of other people's scrapbooks,
Pretend I had a normal, happy childhood,
Dance around reality till I fall over dizzy
And my hands shake with the weight of everything.
I spend my life spinning in circles;
I regress and repress and repeat.
I tear pages out of other people's scrapbooks.
I paste up a collage and I name it Me.
  Aug 2016 wren cole
Summer
The yellow light illuminated our pale faces, it’s cold but not too cold, and we’re on the roof of a parking garage and everything feels like a movie. We don’t look at each other. We’re too busy staring into the empty space that occupies the air around us. I want to go up to you and hold your hand. I want to make the space feel less empty. You are shivering, as your black hair blends into the sky. The drugs made your face look really different. It's not how I remembered it. It is silent to both of us. We are too lost in the beauty of it all. The sounds of the cars, the people, everything is drowned out when we are with each other. We don’t think about the college rejection letters, the job applications, the things that make our lives real. I hope you forget about her like you forgot about yourself. I hope it brings you the peace you need. I want it to be like this forever. I walk over to you and lay my head on your shoulder, as we watch the cars drive off into the Fishers sky.  Everything seems to be drifting farther and farther away from us. I am scared.
We love eachother but we don’t.
It’s as simple and as complicated as that.
And i think that scares me the most
wren cole Aug 2016
I want to know what it feels like
To stare in wonder
To touch and treasure
And if my trauma
Will tell the difference
Between loving exploration
And hiding in the closet
"playing games" that shift into
"check-ups" and finally
nightmares with age
I want to ghost breath and fingertips over your skin
With reverence
I want to learn that gentle touches and gentle voices
Aren't always meant for grooming innocents
And tricking your baby sister for kicks
Note: I said baby sister bc baby sibling didn't sound right and obvs I wasn't aware of my gender identity at that time
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