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Jul 2017 · 214
Imposter
Ricky Jul 2017
The break, the swell, the rip
it was drowning, my heart
why couldn't you feel it

Tumbling, smashing, floating
It was over
Why didn't you save me

Limp, lifeless, nothing
A hammer to a nail
You were made to destroy me

**** ... I love you
Jul 2017 · 209
obscurity
Ricky Jul 2017
Sometimes i cry
Sometimes i lie
Sometimes i wonder how i got bye.

Sometimes i like the pain
Sometimes i like to scream
Sometimes i don't really like who i am.

Sometimes i wake with my eyes open
Sometimes i **** away the pain
Sometimes i like it when you're not around.

Sometimes it bothers me
Sometimes i wonder
And sometimes, i love you.
Jul 2017 · 287
iridescent
Ricky Jul 2017
Your mind, your voice, your touch, your sensitivity

But I did not see, I was blinded by all that I was, I missed what you were not, what you could not be.

Different angles changes colors, perspectives, I could not see the depth or the distance.

I wonder, did you not know then, when you could not be, did you give, so unconditionally, with-out knowing the sacrifice you were making.

But, how could I know?

I don’t think so, do you remember? the white bed, white sheets, your white gown and the tube in your arm.

It was like a dream where you have a heart and waking to find an empty and ****** rib cage

Radiant, bright, brilliant, luminous, this is all I have ever seen in your eyes

My eyes are open.

I love you.
Jun 2017 · 314
Delirium
Ricky Jun 2017
Boom ! your eyes found their way down my mouth and into my chest and around my heart

Bang ! my mind raced with the image of your hands on me

Pow ! the moment our lips touch

Whoosh ! i inhale your sweet

Delirium ! I realise the web of our intertwined limbs

Crash ! i think i love you
Jun 2017 · 448
torment
Ricky Jun 2017
I remember you were here.

The reminisce of your glance and the scent on my skin, I half close my eyes so i can still see your silhouette.

What was this, a dream, I think.

I awoke.

I feel what was left as it's etched into my eyes, i only need to close them and i feel your warm lips and the tips of your hair across my face.

You.... You were there.

I touch my face and your hair is no longer there, My eyes fling open and I cannot see, I close my eyes and i can no longer feel you.

What is this torment....

What was your name.
Jun 2017 · 228
Untitled
Ricky Jun 2017
It was there, did you not hear it, boom, boom, boom.

Could you not feel it, you had it, was your heart not beating, it was there, I could feel it.

The time, the place, it was unconventional, maybe silly, and sly, but you felt it, right. Do you remember.

but I know your touch, like the air that i breath and the water that i drink.

So, did you feel it, my heart.

— The End —