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Courtney O May 2019
The bitterness next to the desire
Love hurts! they say, but I am tired
Like weird sisters they go hand in hand
He is like an open itchy wound and you love that too
Becomes a part of him and you
It becomes the canvas for sickly passionate love
The pain as a way to connect with us
Loving you is bitter, no longer a good plan
Good memories blended with little knives
Good memories not distinguished from bad ones
What a twisted way to fall in love
Courtney O May 2019
In the passage zone
I found my soul
It was a troubled one, perhaps
But I had to give up
the plan

The hours grew, your kiss was good
but not enough though
The twilight opened my eyes!
I jumped when I was about to die
I saw a light - that I could not avoid

I don't need your crumbs!
I don't need my anxiety on the phone
To be focused on you - never focused back
And you don't need me being bound
Never more
I will die for love, but I will make sure
I am not the only one - although I know well
I would do it again
You taught me a lesson - one I still don't know
Courtney O May 2019
And I came thinking of you somehow
It wasn't you, but it was close
the shadow of a man I saw
It wasn't expected but so is your love
You are an undeniable impulse
But so is he, in his very own way

And he is not real
but he has a point
he touches a side of me
if else asleep
Do I need to be free to reach?
What is this funny sparkle I feel?
Why it waned?

"Thank you Icelandic eyes
Thank you **** webs
Thank you holy break up
Thank you Twitter girls
Thank you friends
Thank you poetry"

He's the burning ice
And he's the everyday fire
Two sides of me
that I must reconcile

I am dying inside with all this ****
which shores up my soul
But I am seeing a new road
I need my vision dose
I saw my meaning, an answer
This is a remain too
What should I do?
The "Thank U" part is inspired by the song of the same name by Alanis Morissette.
Courtney O May 2019
I don't want to live my life
on silence
on this dead peace
I want the noise, I need the beat
to make me lose it
with joyful tears
I need the thrill of the ride
I need the riot inside
I need the quiet independence
Courtney O May 2019
I've got too many sensations to write them down
they flutter around me, they are so loud

I was a Bonsai girl - severed and shaped by your love
I forgot who I was - addicted to your drugs
I need to grow - once again
Will I get trapped? In my own wild foliage
Nothing holds me back - not you, not I
So sweet your bed - but I need something else

The doors are wide open - I just can't say no
I should have done this much before
Day 0 will save us all

Manless! Because I can
There is calmness, human connection, warmth!
There is a world apart from ***
There is a world less rough over there
Rite of passage passed - I am sane
Let me lose my mind again
I was not alone all this time - and I don't need a man
A new era opens its jaws - I go all for it now
Courtney O May 2019
And you are back, so am I.
We always meet, every day, every night.
You creep into my dreams to boycott them,
while in the day you keep me alive.
I love you. That's why I behave like I lost my head.
I hate you. It's not true, you make me insane.

You are not guilty at all
your only sin is being alive
making paradise
out of this intrincate hell

Here I am - completely disgregated
Never breaking down was so pretty
Stitch me, sew me back again
Stop thinking - start living
but ah, my leg is stuck in the machinery

My days were fun at first
But now you are a drying kind of thirst
"You're beautiful"
I live to raise your altar in my mind
I live to live under the boot of your smile
But all I get is this - not much and not all
I live for this dead thing that will surely harm some
You're starting to wane, so I fight fight fight back
Because I love you so so so much

Oh you boy
I am your stalker and it's fun
but you must know how crazy I am
But only sometimes...
Courtney O May 2019
Hard to find words lately
Hard to do my thing.
But so easy getting in
the ivory tower of obsession
And dying there, too too deep
The ivory tower can ****

Everything contained and uptight inside
Nothing blooms, nothing thrives
"At last it doesn't die" I merely survive
but I'm enjoying the ride though
Your blue eyes seem to fill the emptiness
But they really do not take away this mess
This inarticulated stress!

You are starting to disgregate
what you really want from your self
Be aware! Organize your guts
Give up control for all
Be the Chariot and the Fool
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