"sls" poems
This girl, she ****** me up but this girl, I'll never forget. She wasn't good at goodbyes, she wasn't good at letting go. She didn't know right from wrong.. lie from truth.. love from lust. On the surface I guess I didn't either. But deep down I knew what we shared wasn't love.. I stayed regardless. It was more than attachment, but possibly the opposite of love. Did I stay out of hate? If so, was it for her or myself? Or this world? Who knows..? I'll miss this girl everyday. She was my rock. She didn't love me the exact way I would have liked her to, but she was always there.. and I'll always be here as well. Just give it time..
-her
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC
It hurts a lot. It hurts so much and I know you're never going to understand why it hurts me but just know it does. It's **** And I'm crying. And i don't know what else to say besides that I don't want to loose you.. Again. And again. And again. I know I don't act like I love being around you but I do. I'm just ******* stupid. It's been so good just having you back in my life and talking almost how we used to and I thought we might actually get back to the way it was before it all. But no. I'll try to deal for awhile.
Maybe it hurts so much because it makes me realize that I'm not even half of what you are to me as a person. as a feeling. as an inspiration. I hope I handle it better than I have in the past and I'll be preparing for your absence. Again
sls
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
If you let me down, let me down slow.
Allow me time to touch pencil to paper.
Let me turn the jaded memory of you
into something greater.
sls
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
you were that one blinking star in the sky i had pondered on for hours when i was a child just to discover that all stars twinkle and you were no different from the rest
sls
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 10:03 AM UTC
He's someone of the past. You thought you loved him then.. but now he's gone and you're overwhelmed with desolation, lust, grief, appreciation and you CAN'T shake it. He's everywhere. Everything reminds you of him. Each bench swing you see, greek food, willow trees, hearing that song come on unexpectedly, the color purple. and why is it that when someone says his name across the room, your brain refuses to understand, for just a minute, that anyone else could have the same name as him. You go mad over the fact that every blue eyed, shaggy haired boy you see in this god forsaken world could be him. So you gaze over there for just a bit longer.. until you notice something about that boy that, so obviously, separates him from yours. You get mad at yourself because you should have known it wasn't him. Anyone else that knows him would have known that right away. And you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up like that. What would you have even done if it were him? Walk up to him and say hi? Hug him? You'd probably break down and cry no matter the response he gave.
sls
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC
You were sad and I was always blushing and together we were a glorious shade of purple but sad became jaded and when I walked away, flushed cheeks and red lipstick, you were left blue and blue you remain.
sls
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
are you still blind?
you'd run into a pole with your eyes closed and call that poetry
sls
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 1:44 PM UTC
people laugh when they hear i write poetry little do they know their insecurity is my inspiration i think you're beautiful without hesitation yes I’m talking to you I know the frustration of not knowing who you are and having all these limitations but open your eyes you’ll see yourself in it and once you give in there is no limit of how far you’ll go I just want you to know that you’re special.
SLS
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
The rain outside her window seemed angered by her persistent tears, as if it were almost insulted by her deep remorse. And in protest of her sadness the drops mercilessly thumped against her window pane, sounding more like fists of rage rather then liquid from heaven. She stared blankly into the misty grey of water vapor which now blanketed her glass bedroom window. While nostalgically remembering the beautiful point of light ascending gently towards the stars above. "...come...back..." She whispered to herself, hollow words that echoed slightly along the walls of her lonely room. She needed him, and she desperately longed for the warmth of his arms once more or the loving sound in his hypnotic voice whispering in her ears, which caused a minute sensation of joy to run up and down her quivering spine. Raising a trembling left hand she slowly traced a heart into the condensation along her window. "Where are you?...You promised me remember!?" With her sweet words now seeming more like an endearing cocktail. Who's ingredients contained hope,love with a dash of desperation. Closing her eyes slowly she recalled the feeling of his warm NASA space suit rubbing against her finger tips. Or the smell of the stinging jet fuel emanating from the SLS rocket nearby preparing for launch. "I love you Octavia...I'll love you while I'm traveling faster then the speed of light...I'll love you from across the galaxy...and I'll love you forever..." His last words pierced her heart like miniature daggers. While his voice seemed to haunt her mind causing Octavia to close her eyes tighter as a result of new tears forcing their way through her eye lids and down her cheeks like a dam now set free. Her only response was to squeeze the heart shaped locket she clinched in her right hand with a painful grip. While slowly whispering to herself through relentless tears "I love you to Shayne...forever..."
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
drinking about you
that's how i'm handling this
because 13 shots of whiskey burn less
than each of your abrupt goodbyes.
you always leave in a hurry
almost like you despise
yourself or i?
how could i ever know
you promise to never leave
then you just go
your intentions may not be to deceive
but that doesn't stop you, no
sls
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC
I used to call you my sunshine.. but the sun always comes back. I always knew when it was coming back and I always knew when it was going to leave again. And now that i think about it, you were more like a shooting star. You'd show up out of no where.. so mesmerizing and unreal.. Then you'd be gone in a split second. and i never knew when i'd see you again.
I don't watch for shooting stars anymore.
sls
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
"This is what I was afraid of... that it would feel normal." he says
about an hour after waking up next to me
sls
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 3:17 AM UTC