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lavender Nov 2015
Writing a poem is hard.
I am constantly afraid I will mess up.
And I do mess up. I messed up really bad once, and scrapped a beautiful piece.
lavender Nov 2015
I am unremarkable.
Most people are.
I sit in a college lecture room
And these people, beautiful and strange,
They sit here, hearing the same lecture as I.
We are all unremarkable. The kid in the plaid next to me, the girl with short hair a few seats away.
The speaker, the listeners, all unremarkable.
We are terrible writers, horrible singers, terrified people.
We are lovers,we are teachers,we are students.
But we are unremarkable. Every one of us.
We have remarkable moments, few and far between.
But overall, we are nothing.
We are unremarkable.
lavender Nov 2015
I'm sorry im so sad all the time
   maybe its this weather
  maybe you can make it better

I'm sorry I never have any energy
  maybe its the depression
  maybe I can fix it with a therapy session

I'm sorry I'm scared of so many things
  maybe its time to face them
  maybe its time to cave in

I'm sorry I want to **** myself
  maybe they could give me medication
maybe they should put me in an institution

I'm sorry I cry so much
  maybe its caused by my fears
  maybe you could wipe my tears

I'm sorry I love you so
  maybe you love me too
  maybe you don't care what I do

I'm sorry I was gone so soon
  maybe you couldve helped me
  maybe you just wanted to **** me
lavender Nov 2015
I want to drown
But not in a bad way
I want to drown in your love for me
I want to die
But not in a bad way
I want to die a every time you touch me
I want to be buried
But not in a bad way
I want to be buried in affection from you

I want you

But you don't want me

I want to drown
But not in your love
I want to die
But not from your touch
I want to be buried
But not in your affection
I wanted your love
you wanted my life
lavender Oct 2015
Her
"Run away with me."*
There was a pause
I was speechless, breathless
a question like that, how could I answer it?
I took a moment
and looked at my love.
I loved her for more than looks
but in her looks
she was a god, and I, a peasant.
Her eyes were beautifully brown
and her skin silky soft.
When she held me, I felt safe
when she kissed me, I felt like a goddess.
She made me feel so special
she made me feel whole
and I hoped she did the same.
She snapped me back to reality
asking again that unanswered question
       *"Run away with me."
I finally had an answer
               "Anytime you want."
oops, it needed fixing wow jeez, I don't know if you guys realize it but three of these lines are from a MCR song

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