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Anne Webb Dec 2018
You stretched your arm forward
and held out your hand
I tore out my heart
gave it over and waited
for you to tear it apart

._   ._   ._  

But you took it
and placed it on your sleeve
although I hoped that maybe
you could hide it in a safe
and take care of it for me

._   ._   ._  

And so there it stays
my exposed, beating heart
you wear it on your sleeve
vulnerable  ._   ._   ._  
and you take it with you whenever you leave.
I fell in love... And it made me feel vulnerable. More vulnerable than I ever felt in my entire life. It makes me scared. But in a good way, I think. Or at least I hope.
  Oct 2018 Anne Webb
Death by Decoy
One crossed the oceans
Yet nothing met him on end
A letdown indeed
  Oct 2018 Anne Webb
Death by Decoy
Being free is what all people want
They want to experience things
That have no setbacks and limitations
But right now, I'm facing you
With my back turned against freedom
Because
I'd rather be stuck in place with you
Than be free with someone else
Couldn't think of a better title
  Oct 2018 Anne Webb
Death by Decoy
I can't tell directly
What's not meant to be
I can't ask you to feel
Something you learned to conceal
One can only speak in metaphors
About their dented, key less doors

When life puts you in a challenging test
I can only provide you a life vest
As the storm hits you with sheer force,
Don't give up, recall your hope's source

Please endure for a little more
And wait for when you can swim back ashore
To those who feel like their life is in constant battle with an endless storm, I'm sure you'll win the fight if you endure and stay strong.
  Oct 2018 Anne Webb
Death by Decoy
So I;

I move in the same pace as the river.
I flow along with it as I keep a shiver;
Ignoring all the rocks that come my way,
so never will I be in one place to stay.

Yet you;

You struggle against the fast moving water.
You flow against it with a sturdy little quiver;
Using the rocks as so to keep you at bay,
then breathe a sigh of contentment and stay.
Anne Webb Sep 2018
His name was Jamie Lee
and in all my humble life
he and only he
always stuck by my side

Whenever I felt alone
I looked up at the sky
a shiver ran through me, skin and bone
when his ghostly hand held mine

Only because of him
I know the word love
whenever my day was a little grim
I could count on his tender smile

to make me feel
to make me feel more
to make me feel more alive
In order to keep my ghostly friend anonymous I used a different name.
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