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little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
I smoke **** just like you.
Money gives me greed just like you.
******* makes me wonder just like you.
My parents kicked me out when i was 17 just like you.
I died inside when i turned 13 just like you.
I saw life for what it was a 7 just like you.
I want to die everyday just like you.
I think about killing myself just ljke you.
I don't like money just like you.
I love the moon just like you.
I love the idea of love just like you.
Most important im not alone, just like you.
For everyone younger than my 23 years that's ready to go i feel your pain.
 Nov 2017 Weronika
larissa
Mindful
 Nov 2017 Weronika
larissa
forgive me
but i still think of him
while you hold me
 Nov 2017 Weronika
Jack
I see you everyday,
And my thoughts stay the same,
‘This is the boy I have been writing about,
This is the boy i have dreamt about’
We don’t talk,
We don’t need to.
The way you look at me,
And I at you
It says it all
But darling,
Why must you look away when I stare at you in awe?
I’m hypnotized by the way you demand presence when you enter a room,
Yet when you open your mouth to speak,
No one hears but those close to you.
I love the way your hair falls into place when you release it from the hair tie keeping it held back.
I think I’m in love with you, but I will never tell you.
 Nov 2017 Weronika
Svode
What is love?
Is it a bind between two people,
or is it just a statement;
a promise to be lost at a whim?

Is true love real?
Every human has pros,
but they also have their cons.
Are true lovers ignorant to the latter?

And at the end of every day,
where is a human's mind,
but inside their own head?
Thinking their own thoughts
and having their own opinions.

Every bond wears with time,
you may try to mend it tight,
but sometimes it all falls apart.

Sometimes.
Don't hurt me. No more.
 Oct 2017 Weronika
Marie
But I Am
 Oct 2017 Weronika
Marie
No. I’m not sad.
I’m not worried, stressed or mad.
I’m not crying or screaming.
I’m not distracted or day dreaming.
I’m not working on two hours of sleep.
I’m not dwelling on memories I keep.
I’m not wishing on a shooting star.
I’m not hoping you see how great you are.
I’m not challenged by my thoughts daily.
I’m not questioning my own safety.
I’m not troubled by what you think of me.
I’m not begging you to see what I see.
I’m not holding onto the words you said.
I’m not shaking with thoughts of dread.
I’m not any of those individually.
I do or think them all in synchrony.

Anxiety Depression
Every day...it’s the same routine.
If you live with any of it, you know what I mean. I’m not crazy, or am I? I question that, too. I’m definitely not normal, but neither are you.

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