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 Jan 2014 Whitney Alice
Violet
sadness comes
tugging at my heart
dark thoughts
make me cry
as i remember you
just thinking about you
makes me sit up in bed
and weep until the tears
won't come anymore
broken cries and tired screams
well into the night
will no one understand the pain?
does no one even care?
dark thoughts
last well into the night
and i keep crying
weeping and wailing
out my intense pain
Saying your name makes my tongue burn
And I wish that I could float above you like
The smoke that flows out of your mouth
And I wish that saying my name made
Your lungs itch and hurt and flare up
I want to watch you sleep and breathe
I want you to miss me and the way I smell
One day we will look back on this and
Feel absolutely nothing but the ache
Will somehow never leave our tired bodies
I feel so stupid when I sit by my window
And think about the way your fingers felt
When they touched my cheek
I feel so stupid when I think about your
Stupid fingers because they felt cold then
And they still feel cold now
I hate this so much
I hate you so much
I hate myself so much
I wish I missed you
I wish you missed me please
Please please please please
Come back
Please I'm begging you to listen to me
Please
She knows that he is
bad yet she only wants to
see the good in him.
Haiku!
There is always going
to be a place for you
no matter how many times
I say I hate you.

I know you won't stay
for long, but  I still let you in.
Maybe I still care,
or maybe I just won't learn.
I don't know what else to title it so I'll just address it to you.
Times were simpler then.
You were my queen,
I was your king,
we treated each other
like royalty.

I saw your feminine-beauty
beneath your flowing sun dress,
succumbed to your magical-ways,
we played intimate under the moon.

There was never any fight,
you took me constantly
over the rainbow,
we bit lips in ecstasy.
But did you ever really know
how much I truly loved you?

I sit alone now watching the leaves fall,
still wondering about you,
your sweet-ways,
how we used to play at night.

I can taste your smile
in the cold December wind,
it makes me warm,
takes my breath away!

And shivering I think
about the simplicity
of what we once had,
so long ago.

— The End —