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I am not here I've lost my mind.
Somewhere in the realms of time.
With vacant eyes and empty soul,
I survive on bread alone.
Drowning in my calls for help
Choking on a stuttered yelp
I reach my hand out to be saved.
Praying my faith won't be in vain.
 Aug 2014 Cayla frazier
Nicole
The love is lost
only hurt remains
at too high a cost
it drives you insane.
Your heart yearns for love
but all your mind holds is rage
and when push comes to shove
they're never on the same page.
Once you're together
that "love" has run dry
though you say forever
it's nothing but lies.
Yet as soon as he's gone
all you want is him back
you admit that you were wrong
then the process reenacts.
This is a rather old piece, probably written 4 years ago when I was still fighting myself and involved on and off romantically with my best friend. This pretty much explains how my mind seemed to think around the situation, despite the fact that I had realized that I do only like girls; I was fighting my own self and hurting him in the process.
How long til I don't have to feel a single thing when I see your face?
'Til I don't have butterflies in my stomach
or shivers down my spine
or an aching in my bones
or the feeling of being whole
yet feeling alone

How long until you don't mean anything to me?
Til it feels like it was all just a bad dream
and when I wake up from the catastrophe
will my body still feel the same when I hear your voice
say my name?

How long until I'm just able to just let it all go?
To finally be able to separate my temptations from what I know
To finally be able to say this was never a good idea
and even though your dark eyes make everything seem crystal clear
this is nothing more than a hazy mistake

You will never fill the crack in my heartache

So how long before I just let go?
I could pluck the stars from the night sky
and you would never know that they were missing.
Because you never looked up to see the beauty in this world,
and you never noticed me standing among it.
I don't expect you to understand
Why I recoil when
You extend your arms and hands
Why I brace for impact
Within the trajectory of your touch
It is warm,
and I am cold.
It is wind,
and I am stone.
IF YOU STEAL THIS POEM, OR ANY OTHER POEMS OF MINE. I WILL FIND YOU, AND I WILL COME AFTER YOU LEGALLY. I AM SOOO SICK OF SEEING THIS POEM ALL OVER THE INTERNET WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S NAME UNDER IT. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CAN LIVE WITH YOURSELVES. STEALING OTHERS WORK AND CLAIMING IT AS YOUR OWN. BUT ALL OF THESE ARE COPYRIGHTED SONGS. SO YOU BETTER HOPE I DON'T CATCH YOU. P.S. THANKS TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE FINDING AND TELLING ME ABOUT THESE FAKES. I APPRECIATE THE LOYALTY. :)
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