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Sub Rosa Mar 2013
I let the glow of the headlights
and the glow in your eyes
guide us home.

Faint chords of an old rock song
drifting out the radio,
your breath
fogging the window

You, me,
a billion points of light
hanging above our tired heads.
And then you whispered quietly to me:

"These are the moments I remember."
The cream of your voice
Dragged me back from the clouds
and I turned to you.

"these are the moments I live for."
The slight furl of your lips
and the reflection of the moon in your eyes
hurled me back into my daydreams.

And then we were silent.
And the world felt right.
Sub Rosa Mar 2013
I'm going to set myself ablaze.



                                                      ­   Flare up with destruction, creation.
                                                 A whirlwind of carefully placed imagination.
                                  An inferno of memememe
                  I'm again ravaging the hillsides in a furious, hot mess.
                                     Scorching your eyes and heart with my scarred hands of charcoal
                                                            and flame.
                                                           I do it all.
                                                              I write with magma ink
                                                   and paint with gasoline.
                                            Then I burn it up.
                   My soul chasing the fruits of the Earth with a fiery vengeance
                                                     an­d a blackened desire for passion.
                                 I have set myself ablaze, follow me with your
                                                       kindling souls and oxygen.
                                                         ­                              Fuel me.
                                                             ­                                 Feed me.



                                                 Set your life on fire.

                                        Seek those who fan your flames.
Sub Rosa Mar 2013
You must be careful
What you put inside your head.

You can never, ever
get it out.
Sub Rosa Mar 2013
It's nice
to eat my dinners
all alone,
not have to make conversation
with someone
who doesn't absorb your words.

It's nice
to sleep
all alone,
not have to share the bed
with a kicker, a snorer,
a blanket-stealer.

It's nice
to not have to say
I love you
to someone who said it back
but never
really meant it.

It's so nice to be
all alone.
Sub Rosa Mar 2013
I saw you
at your
lowest point;
your miserable
wallowing worst,
pitiful and *****,
sorrowful and shamed.

and I
still
love(d)
you
credit to ao-oa
Sub Rosa Mar 2013
Like the shooting stars
We wish upon
We we die
We fall

and that is all.
Sub Rosa Mar 2013
And you said to me:

"You're the only person I've ever loved."

I gasped for breath,
realizing I had been speechless
and had forgotten to breathe for quite a while now.

I couldn't move my mouth,
my lips and tongue and brain were numb
with pure shock.
I could only stare blankly
while the image of your innocent lips
forming those words played
over and over again in my head.

All I could focus on
was the burning in my chest
and pain in my eyes,
stinging, threatening with tears.

But I was overjoyed.
What on Earth does every girl want
but for someone to choose them
over all else?

You spoke again:

"You're the only one I want."

And what else is a girl to do,
when faced with the soft hands and gentle eyes
of affection,
than to do the single most reckless thing
she could have done?

I whispered back,
with the slightest hint of uncertainty:


*"I love you, too."
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