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I'm completely consumed...
My heart,
My mind,
Everything.
But it's not like before.

My heart's not consumed
By longing and emptiness.
It's consumed by:
The softness of his spirit
His smile
And my love for him.

My mind's not consumed
By poisonous snakes or howling winds.
It's consumed by:
His kind and supportive words,
The silly teasing jokes he makes
And the fact that I don't think
I should have these feelings.

My everything's not consumed
By missing my ex or feeling sorry for myself.
It's consumed by:
The boy who's helping me move on,
Who understands that I'm not ready for a relationship
And comforts me if times get hard.

I'm completely and utterly consumed...
Just so you know Ben,
You're the reason for the movement of this pen.

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"Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help falling in love with you
Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you" - Elvis


Rolling through the credits
Of a film,
My sleep-dazed mind
Snapped to full awareness
At the sound of this song.

I've been through it before,
Lept straight through that open door.
I know it's foolish,
I'm not that stupid.
Flowing into a new romance
Right after losing
My first love,
Right after experiencing
Heart break...
You must think I'm insane!
People may say:
"Watch that silly girl, skipping around without a care. Has she forgotten? She'll only hurt herself and that boy. She can't move on yet, it's too soon. Such a foolish girl"

Well, they can speak of me
As they wish;
Curse my name,
Throw it to the depths of Hell,
Be toxic,
Try to poison me.
So I'll run away from him,
Hide my tail between my legs
While I seek out shelter.

But I know one thing
And it's sealed in fact,
This I'm willing to shout:
I can't help falling in love with you!

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It's not worth
being that open
and trusting,
it's a death trap.

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What if I lash out
When I'm exhausted
and say things I don't mean,
What if you believe me,
Would those words
Haunt your mind
When you doubt yourself,
When you doubt us?
Maybe, maybe not.
But if that does happen,
If I hurt you,
I'd hurt myself
Twice as hard.

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You said your friend was joking,
I believed you.
It may seem stupid to other people
But it's not to me,
I always trusted you.

You said I could be with him,
It made you happy that I'd found someone better.
Even though you were jealous,
You only wanted
The best for me.

You wanted to be the same as before;
I was still your girl.
Only, I wasn't...
I am my own girl
And soon,
I'll be his.
It hurt you to hear that
But you understood
You wanted me to be with him.

You said you wanted to say good bye forever,
It may have brought tears
But I feel the same way.
Sliding our crowns
From our heads
We step towards each other,
Place the symbols of
Our devotion on the ground
And step away.

With no hesitation
I turn around,
And run straight into his open arms.
Burying my face
In the comfort of his chest.

Taking one last glance back
I lock eyes with you.
We share each final fragment of
Care,
Desire,
Love
And commitment
We have for one another.
With a slight twitch at the corners of your lips,
You look away.
It's official;
We'll never
See each other
Again.

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You are the sun I orbit,
Ice and freezing temperatures
Flee from your touch;
I'm flooded with warmth.
As not to scorch
My fragile skin
You never slumber.

I rotate around you,
Though you're far
I remain here
Dependant on you.
You love
You care
From a distance.

Snow and icicles
Become
Blossoms and waterfalls.
A never ending cycle,
You healing the wounds
Inflicted where light is foreign.

You give life,
Without you, I'd be bare
And bone dry.
I'll orbit you
Till the end of time
Or till we're
Swallowed by black.
You're my sun,
I need you...

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Feather light touch,
Your skin pressed against
the arch of my back,
Smooth curve of hips
Grasped tight,
Whispered moans
Escape lips of silk.

Oh darling,
Love me tonight.


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Love is a lot of things
It's your devotion to someone,
It's putting them before yourself
You couldn't bear
To see them hurt
Witnessing the smile spread
Across their face,
Knowing they're safe
And happy
Is enough.

Love isn't ***
Or physical contact.
You may want that,
But it's not important.

Love isn't just feeling good
Whenever they cross your mind
Or you're in their presence.

Love is taking away all;
The joy,
The intimacy,
The romance,
The kind words
And the light.
That is replaced;
Clutching blankets,
Hidden,
Violent shakes
Tear waterfalls...

Though things might not seem perfect
You still want,
You still care,
You still need.
You want them in your life
Even though it hurts,
Even if your throat is raw,
Your eyes burn.

You don't want to let go,
You can't.
Small voice whispers
"Remember the good,
Forget the bad,
Have hope."
Meanwhile,
Doubt shreds the heart.

You know it's love;
Everything hurts
But,
Thoughts
And memories,
Resurface smiles.

Pain of turning away
Maybe it's a rough patch,
Maybe things will get better,
Maybe...
It might hurt
It might shine
In the end,
Is it worth it?
Of course,
Love's worth the risk.

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What once ruled the mantel
Now shrivels beside outcasts

Rust crawls toward the heart
Shredding all relevance

Abandoned aspirations
Achievements left unrecognised

Images remain unfocused
Whilst consumed by encroaching demise

The tarnished skeleton
Unveils an aspect of reality.

A youthful audience bears witness
As coarse inscriptions sing
A corrosive chorus.
This describes an elderly person who has been abandoned in a rest home. They've refused to look at photos, achievements, memories, trophies... etc. because they remind them of when they were young and they only want to focus on how close they are to death. The person being described is in a similar situation to a trophy abandoned in a shed with paint tins, empty boxes... etc. It used to hold a lot of importance but now it's just another reject. The final stanza is a grandchild seeing what's become of their once loving grand parent.
Plummeting down
Engulfed by flame

Pure white
Delicate and abundant

Now charred black
Brittle and sparse

Cradled in arms of patience
A treasure hidden from sight

Love stained tears multiply
He crumbles to the ground

Feathers of the fallen
Are carried in the breeze*

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This poem was inspired by my cover photo (to the left on my page), I saw it and had an urge to write.

When I read this quote by my favourite poet I let out a little squeal of excitement because it matched my poem so well: "What is the point in flying, if I cannot fly with you? Cut off these wings and carry them with you, I only need them when you are here." - Tyler Knott Gregson
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