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We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
No one wants to see you do better than them
They'll bring you down
Make you feel worst
Drag you until they got to where they needed
It'll creep up at the most unexpected times
Manipulate, make themselves feel almost above everyone, meanwhile you're drowning
Gasping for air and you don't realize how humiliated you look
Manipulation is life's way of saying you don't deserve to have dreams
People can create this and it seems they'll never get what they truly deserve
They'll always have something that you can never have
Using it against you in battles that seem clueless
No particular goal or achievements made
All out of spite, hate, or envy
 Sep 2015 sheloveswords
mikev
heh, i know i'm dreaming
but i can't wake up.
she's over there
talking to the wall
and i'm still realizing it's summer time
at a beach i've never actually been too.
there's waves and sand and there she is
with eyes so hollow i can hear my echoes from them.
 Jul 2015 sheloveswords
AJ
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 Jul 2015 sheloveswords
AJ
Things are really ****** up,
You know?
A giant blue ball,
Spinning through space.
It's so simple,
Yet humans **** it up?

I'm sitting and staring.
I'm not having the time of my life.
Empty bottles and cartons.

Cigarettes are the only thing strong enough
To rid me of the coffee breath.
And coffee is the only thing strong enough
To rid me of the cigarette breath.
And the alcohol doesn't
Even allow me to care.

Never mind honey,
I don't have time.
 Jun 2015 sheloveswords
LB Parker
There is a strange
Disturbing power
That he has over my heart
For within a day
He takes it
Breaks it
And then pieces it back together
So that I may be
Once more hypnotized
Into some twisted
Form of Love
Unquestioning and
For the moment
Unbreakable
With love, kelsey
 Jun 2015 sheloveswords
LB Parker
10w
I have become very uninterested
in a life without you.
With love, kelsey
Stay in it
Only have seen it done once,
But I want to be that rarity with you.
*forever
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