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 Dec 2013 Valy
drunkonthoughts
i have an incredible urge to write
not sure what to talk about
whether i should talk
about your face
or the way
you make
my emotions
run all over
the place

or about your eyes
how they make
me smile
when i am down

maybe i should write
about how much
i despise the love
i have for you
because all you do
is not love me
and that makes me sad
very much so
because you are
the bright star i see
in the sky at night
when i can't sleep
you are the touch
i feel in my dreams
you are the angel
that makes me well
when i am under
a troubling spell

i guess i could write
about how sick
it is to feel so
traumatized
by the quick fix
i found in your love
you are a drug
the only one
i'll take
no questions
asked
i will take
even if it takes
my last breath
you're worth it
i guess
you are
my weakness
you are
my goddess

epic feel in my veins
are you in there, babe?
gosh, i swear
you were here
not so long ago
hello, hello
miss stranger
who i love so

rambling on
about your love
even though
you're gone
it's been so long
since i've had
this creative buzz
i used to think
i would sink
without your heart
caressing mine
darling valentine
nah
but you were mine
once upon a time
unless that was a lie

what am i even writing?

oh yes

a letter to the one
i love
who's gone

she won't be reading
this letter of mine
it'll be here
where
she won't find

she's moved on
i'm still here
rambling on

poetry?
short story?
i don't know
but i do know
that i love her so
i can't let her go
my heart bleeds for her
to repair all the tears
and damages
all the wounds
old and new
fix me
like i
fixed you
 Dec 2013 Valy
drunkonthoughts
it takes all my strength
to bear a smile
on my face

my heart hurts
my mind aches
too many thoughts
too many flaws

no one loves me
i feel so empty

no one appreciates me
makes me feel lonely
 Dec 2013 Valy
drunkonthoughts
some songs are unbearable to hear
they remind me of you
when you loved me
the previous year

some movies are hard to watch
they remind of the romance
we once used to have

some poems are hard to read
they remind me
of the one
i used to call mine
the one
who ultimately
left me to grieve
the loss of us

the few things that used to bring me happiness
they now seem to bring me pain
all i do is cry tears
again and again

people say your name
and it's like a bullet
through my brain

people call you my 'lover'
and it makes me want
to dig myself a grave
6ft under

it hurts thinking of you
it hurts dreaming of you
it kills me thinking of you
loving someone else
because that girl
or that guy
has no idea
just how blessed
their heart is
to be loved
by the one
i love the most
the one
who left me
hanging on
like a ghost
too afraid
to enter
the afterlife
because of the one
they didn't want to leave behind
this is more like, a short story than it is a poem. idk...
personally this is my favorite piece of writing so far.
it has a message, a meaning behind the words.
 Dec 2013 Valy
drunkonthoughts
writing happy poems isn't my thing
i'm better at typing a poem
which is saddening
 Dec 2013 Valy
drunkonthoughts
reading messages from January
how great we were
in all our young glory

now look at us
we're like an old book
which has been
collecting dust

a fairytale
which ended
with a twist
when a
tragedy
struck
and the lover
was killed off
 Dec 2013 Valy
drunkonthoughts
i read old messages for endless hours
why? because i miss what was ours
you were my very best friend
you were my soulmate
i hate how we let it all
simply go to waste
haven't met you
in the flesh
but i want to
next year
i want to see your face
and hope feelings re-appear
i want to feel your warmth
and just see you smile
it would make me glad
even for just a while
you are the one i see
when i look at the stars
you are the one i seek
every single night
i always wrap up
in a blanket
wishing it was you
holding me
instead of it
every night
same old thing
i miss your texts
i miss your everything
i miss you and i miss your love
you still fit me like a glove
people ask what is happiness to me, and I say your name...
 Dec 2013 Valy
Jaymisun Kearney
Crashing outside the bedroom door
at the end of the hall
Scratching like nails on your front door
awakens you in sweat

Mormons, Witnesses, maybe Catholics

In silence the lump in your throat grows
Chokes your pulse stone cold in your arm as you throw your gaze at the window

Oh. . .
The moon's out.

Crashing into your living room
with the sound of moisture
Mashing pulp feet to your bedroom
to the speed of your heart

Beat increasing to keep from screaming
Meaning well with your gun as you reach for it, gasping, swallowing spit

Oh. . .
Two eyes flash.
Two more.
Two more.
Two more.
More and more.

Give
me any face in shade
emerging but the
flesh rot, putrid
stare of the
ones who
followed
death
and
in death return to night.

Tonight.
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