Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sayer May 2013
over two hundred to three is the ratio to the sun
the 1.618 is evident i am spiraling through 1 1 2 3 5 8 13
and back again to here but her smile her aura is always
worth it always Yes worth a Yes wink a Yes embrace this i love this Yes
over everysinglething
One stanza because why not
Jess Brady Jan 2015
Death is like this...
they call you annoying for the first time and you feel your throat tighten up as you slink into submission.
Do not let it get to you.
Death is like this...
they stop listening to you mid sentence and leave you with your eyes meeting the floor.
Please keep talking.
Death is like this...
they say you're ugly and you can feel your heart sink to the floor as your eyes well up with tears.
Their opinion is worthless anyway.
Death is like this...
your first breakup almost tears you at the very seams as you try to keep yourself together and keep your heart from pounding out of your chest.
Its ok if you're not alright.
Death is like this...
they say they love you through gritted teeth and eyes that wont meet yours.
Someone will mean it one day.
they say they love you and they mark another girl with their lips.
They were not worthy of you.
they say they love you and then they leave you.
They were too scared to take on responsibility.
they say they'll be there for you until its 3am and you're crying and sending them texts saying how everysinglething is coming back to you but they see you the next day and act as if they hadn't gotten the text.
Find someone who will.
the one you trust the most lies to you.
Give them one more chance.
Death is like this...
you're sitting in bed wondering what's the point of going to school when all you can see is empty eyes and fake smiles.
There is more beauty within a person than you can imagine.
you're sitting on the bathroom floor wondering where everything went wrong.
Remember to see all the small things going right.
you're sitting in the tub asking yourself how you got so weak.
Please stay strong.
Death is like this...
you gave them another chance but they didn't give you the time of day.
There will be someone that proves to you that "sorry" is more than a word.

But death can also be like this:
sitting on a bed at age 80 with the best memories of your life going by.
*Please remember that.
rue Dec 2019
i want
lavender beaches
strawberry bubblegum
willow-wood bed frames..
i want
sweet summertime
on crumbling tectonic plates
with my burlap baby..
i want
grapefruit pompoms
painted on my cheeks
telling stories in the fluorescence..
i want
everything
everysinglething
everylittlefraction

and that still won’t be enough.

— The End —