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Shiloh Sep 2018
The walls are dry and strong
I test them with tentative fingers
as if they could hold up my insecurities
But my knees
are beneath
all I feel
is weak
and I just
want to sleep
until you tell me you love me again.
Shiloh Oct 2017
I can barely breathe
the passion is dripping
past my defenses
I wish I could tell you

it has never left.

Even though you did
not once but twice
and picked up the pieces
walked over the stones

in your path that we kept.

You made something new
to be honest I'm jealous of you
I wish I could distance
myself and my heart

but I've still only wept.

Yet I hope for the best
I crave that you say
words that need to be said
take the lead,

for my love has never left.
Shiloh May 2017
Still can't sleep at night
Something keeps me going
Lingered in the moments
Traced back in my thoughts

I can taste it with my fingers
But the reason why escapes me
Slips away so slowly
But somehow focus only

On how lonely
I've been allowed to become
Obsessed with
The last vestige

Of the happiest I have ever been.

So knowing how long it takes
Calculating all the stakes
Letting myself escalate
As I dream of running

Never wanting to wake up.
Shiloh May 2017
I had a moment yesterday
where I had something to say
to you.

But you can never know.

So I came up with this concept
to keep in mind, keep to yourself
if you want to get to know me
not gonna mention date me, love me
I have a list of don't you dares.

Don't bother telling me
your favorite bands
  I can't even learn of
new music from you
I need to be able to listen to
good music
after you're gone.
We won't have our song.

Don't tell me what you like to eat
in fact, tell me what you can't stand
it will be hard enough
eating at all
when you leave
I'll need to enjoy something
I know would be
Wasted on you
Like I do

I don't need to know what you smell like
You don't need to come to my place
Because then when you leave
I won't have to upheave
All my stuff that you left with your trace

Let's never go to the same spots
We don't need our own special place
It's hard enough to get out on my own
Without memories tied to your claims

Please don't ever give me anything
Material items at least
Because I only have myself to give away
And I've already been picking up the pieces

For hours, and ours.
Shiloh May 2017
Moments like these
it really hits home
I am loved
but completely alone.

I know I should feel lucky
I have a roof above me
but since the day you went away
just haven't felt enough to be happy.

It's interesting to think about
that I no longer have any doubt
if I wanted to be without
life or feeling or that pesky thing breathing

In this moment I would have peace.

It would take at least all night for someone else to go through any pain because of me.

I could be free.

But yet here I am.
Shiloh Apr 2017
Most days I feel like a loading screen
I mean I always go in circles
move slow
end up
blank.

I have too much data stored
my memory is low
I need to send but no message is received
and all my files are corrupt.

Every soul I've met
has left me wanting
craving to know more
for that connection

But I will get the error 404
that tells me I have system failure
and once again I'll have to restart
try again.

Yet as I walk through doors
I'm left standing in the hallways
chasing the taste of laughter
only catching up with silence

Still I'm left with hope
for what's around that corner
even with charred fingertips
I turn those handles

Must be a glitch in my matrix
because even though I try
I can't erase my hard drive
and while all the nothing between us
still lingers...

I keep seeking corners.
Shiloh Feb 2017
Vacantly I stare
Through the atmosphere
Into all other worlds
Not my own.

All I need is to breathe
But I'm swimming in fear
No hope in letting go
What I have known has been stolen.

With no guidance or trust
In what needs to be, must
The worried whisper in my ear
money, money, money...

In my heart I know
Love is the flow
But see only tears in my eyes
As those Spacious Skies

Turn into burning orange lava
Overnight.
This is what happens at 3 in the morning but at least I'm writing...

Wish me better words later, please
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