Vivienne Luong

Vivienne Luong May 2013

I need you but you could harm me,
like how people need water but they could drown in it.

Or how people need fire but it can burn all they have and **** them.

I need you but I'm afraid that if I need too much of you, you could destroy me as well.

But you will be worse than water or fire
because you won't **** me,
you will just suffocate and torture
my mind and I will be left with
broken pieces to pick up like when
a burglar invades a home.

Worst of all, I will be left with the
thought of you.

The person who destroyed
me.

Vivienne Luong May 2013

Slowly

You kidnapped my soul
and murdered my happiness.
You washed my smile away
and drained the strength out of me.
As everyday passed you
watched me die
S…l…o…w…l…y.

Vivienne Luong May 2013

Laminated

She laminated her heart so
no one would hurt and tear it.
She hid it so no one would find a way to love her.
She loved no one and
no one loved her, but
the sad part was she didn’t care.

Vivienne Luong May 2013

Waiting

Why do we always wait?
We just sit and do nothing
We always just debate,
if we should do something.

Vivienne Luong May 2013

Stupid Girl

Oh, stupid, stupid girl.
How you believed that boy changed.
With his sweet words, you fell for him again.

But he didn’t change, he lied, and you
believed that he wanted you
but after he left, he put you in misery,
making you over think.
And that’s exactly what he wanted.
Stupid, stupid girl, how he had you fooled.

Vivienne Luong May 2013

Untitled

You are like a Piano,
you can be loud yet quite,
but if I sat down and learned
your language I would know that
you are beautiful both ways.
Loud but powerful and captivating,
quite yet intriguing and peaceful.
You speak with beautiful words,
people don’t know that
you’re shadowing those beautiful words with your pain.

kinda eh, about this. Tell me what you think?

Vivienne Luong May 2013

Saved

I am a writer.
I will write you letters and letters
on how much you were so selfless
saving me while you were
trying to save yourself.

I will write poems about
your eyes and how they look
into my soul and you know that
I’m dying inside so you flash
one of your smiles to say you
understand and it melts all
the pain away.

I will write short stories
about how I was drowning
in the ocean and when I
almost hit rock bottom
you saved me.
You saved me.

I will write and write
until you know that I am saved, all
because of you, and it is time for me
to save *you.