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You are my platonic love,
My long-lost other half.
But not in the way that
First comes to mind.
You are my soulmate
My twin, my confidant,
I could spend
The rest
Of my life
With you.

But not in that way.
I don't have a word for it.
Its something more than best friends,
but platonic, not intimate like lovers.
Soulsister, perhaps.
But she can only be described as my Marisol
Left, right, straight ahead.
You are in the Labyrinth.
They want you. They will get you.
Their ice cold eyes are haunting you.

Blacker than the darkness clears a shadow every light.
Can you feel the hands reaching out for you?
They have implanted themselves into your head.
You're crawling away. But even if you would run..

Left, right, straight ahead. You are in the Labyrinth.
You can keep crawling.. lurching.. running away..
But deep down inside you already know

Nobody will ever see you again.
Nowhere are you really safe.
Never will you get out of here.
 May 2014 Vivian Cunniffe
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5/4/14
 May 2014 Vivian Cunniffe
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I try to hate you with all of my will
my body fights back with
the tightening of my throat,
tries to sabotage me by
flooding my body with tears,
and twisting knots in my abdomen
too tight for rage to escape
my voice comes out in hushed tones
not forceful enough to show anger
I think I should hate you with all of my will
*my body won't let me
my entire mind is a ghost
of the girl I miss the most
a beautiful face
to match a beautiful mind

but along the journey down
that smile, well, became a frown
and a beautiful girl
lost her beautiful mind

the world became much too bright
and happiness just never felt right
and a beautiful girl
lost her beautiful life
 May 2014 Vivian Cunniffe
Auve
I try to care.
I do.

Time clings desperately
hold to a past with such meaning.
Change has pushed apart
a friendship which was once so close.

Try to prolong connection
while new focuses divert our direction.
I put forth effort in such continuation
and grasp onto what is left.

You let me go so effortlessly.
Time has changed us. And you let me go.
5w
you  were  my  favorite  mistake
 May 2014 Vivian Cunniffe
r
Lovers whisper-laughing,
stumbling home in the rain.
O, to be so drunk again.

r ~ 5/3/14
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