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ell Nov 2020
i begged her to stay.
she took her last 'breath' on the
machine that became her lungs.
she left consumed by the medicine they
pumped into her veins.
the tube in her throat kept her
last words on the tip of her tongue.
I watched her rot from the inside out,
all while standing six feet back.
please wear your mask
ell Aug 2020
I love you
but I can't help but let it cross my mind.
the few days where I didn't know where you were made me much happier.
you're with him.
I can't help but let it cross my mind.
I know what you do.
you wrote me a song and sang it for him.
I love you but I can't sit here and let you **** me.
my emotions are worth more than you.
I am not the person you cause me to be.
what the **** is this ****
  Aug 2020 ell
Yenson
the poor racists are desperate
the fooled are waking up
the lies and sins revealed
the racists are squirming and frothing
hiding behind black people
crawling in failure, scrapping barrels
hiding in shame afraid as ever, living in white lies
the wi--ers in the woodpile are honking like pigs
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
ell Aug 2020
Give me a moment.
Let me ponder the idea of you in my arms.
come here, lovely.
let me hold you for the first time in a blue moon.
kiss me.
dash out the door into the flashing skies.
we will fear nothing.
watch as the rain pours its wisdom to the earth once again.
lie to me.
tell me you love me.
kiss me.
to take your hand was to follow you to my deepest regret.
kiss me.
ell Aug 2020
Everything the night held could've been ours.
the stars burned onto a canvas map,
only for the sake of our learning.
you gave me the moon,
forgetting to tell me it would fall at dawn.
ell Aug 2020
When you remember us
does the ghostly figure of someone I used to be sits still in its old forgotten home?
Your heart had somehow captivated me.
The old me is locked to the old you,
And although we aren’t the same,
Our old souls tangle together as best friends, without our acknowledgment anymore.
Although the hole in my heart is filled with those two souls holding onto memories that were once ours, I think they may be enough to keep my tears from streaming.

— The End —