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Heather Apr 2014
You're the one they adore.

I'm not one to admire another human that is such a trend as I never understood the concept of attention.

But the image of you standing there , hair falling into your beautiful green eyes that resembled the fresh cut grass in spring and your top teeth sunken into your bottom lip , trying to stop the trembling but never got it under control .

I wasn't until I was kissing your blood stained knuckles did realise I for a change followed the crowd .

I adored you and you I .

I will be forever great full for the time we spent together.

But like the say , curiosty killed the cat.

I hope you like your choices.

I'm not so sure about mine.
smarak93 Apr 2014
i walk around the carnage of my souls carcasses
your empty promises lying around like shells and cartridges
you were the harness keeping me from falling into this heartless fortress
i should have known your touch wasn't just harmless
it was there to harvest
my dreams my hopes my aspirations , until you **** out every thing
and there is nothing but darkness...
your love letters look like habeas  corpus
summoning  me to a court, with a sentence to the gallows

i have swallowed all your lies and the pain
the shrapnel of what we were once are still stuck in my heart and brain..
too scared to love and dream again
too scared to even mention your name
too scared that you were the dame..
inspired by the famous comic by frank miller.. " sin city: a dame to **** for"..
Red Bergan Apr 2014
My body is weak,
As the tears fall down my face.
My heart feels nothing.
Just darkness,
As always.

I try to be responsible,
I try to sacrifice time.
To spend with my biological mother.

I cannot take it anymore,
The stress is unbearable.
Why did I come into this world?
When all you do is scold.

I am a daughter,
The last of this clan..
Can I be free?
To make my own choices?

Sad and Angered.
A wolf never free.
I know them well...
But they hath deceived me...
Parents...
Megan H Apr 2014
I wish to go back to the day-
When we first met.
It was the day I let my guard down,
And I let you into my mind.
That was my first mistake.
One I will never make again.
Trust nobody,
I should've thought
To let me know to turn around.

Because maybe then,
I thought you were a friend.
But you were just the beginning to an end.
Colleen Cavanagh Feb 2014
Can you believe the betrayal we face,
Every day, from the people we trust most;
The people whom we confide in, trusting
That they will stand by us when we need them?
Then they turn away, leaving us alone,
Heartbroken and teary-eyed, beaten down
By the weight of the world left upon us.
Without our closest friends, we are nothing;
The world can trample us with but one step,
Pressing down hard, until we suffocate,
Without anyone to lift the burdens.
Still, we must continue living, wearing
A smile, so that those friends who betrayed us
Will believe we are stronger than we are.
It will defeat those people, and prove that
We can rise above disloyalty, and
  Live a better life without those who have
Broken our hearts into many pieces.
That strength is quite admirable, they say,
Though truly, we cry in the dark, alone,
So no one will hear how, really, we are
Weak and broken apart by broken trust.
Taylor Apr 2014
And I sincerely hope,
that you cannot forget,
my cloud nine eyes and sugared lips.

My thin fingers on your chest, eyes flashing under neon lights.

I hope you cannot forget me and every sweet nothing spoken with damp hair and starry lashes.

And I hope everytime you touch her hair, you feel mine under your fingertips.
I'm too bitter over this.
pam Apr 2014
you said you trust me
but then again
you didnt believe me.

okay fine.
its fine.

i love you.
Yoni Sav Apr 2014
I gave you something
that most did not see
I gave you a piece
of myself to keep

but you threw it away
and laughed at me
as it broke

you ****** up
Cynthia Apr 2014
Signs outside of homes that read,
“Beware of the dog”
and so it's what they say.
But what about:
"Beware of love?"
"Beware of your own pain?"
"Beware of your own friends?"
Never underestimate a person’s intelligence;
to hurt and to love.
Copyright© Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
Valerie Csorba Mar 2014
I want to be the only desire you have
when you wake up in the middle of the night
sweating for pleasure;
where the tension is so strong
I stir in my sleep to ask you what is the matter
and you timidly answer that you had a nightmare,
even though it's a lie
and you're too shy to admit to your carnal need
and express that the real reason you're awake
is because your dream
nearly made you wet
and it disturbed you
because the person in your head at the time
wasn't me.

It all seemed so real,
until you woke up with my small frame beside you,
with my chest rising and falling slowly
and the growing pressure against your boxer briefs
was becoming too much
as you stared at my smooth skin.
I nearly frightened you when I asked of your well-being,
you didn't think that wishing I would wake
would work.
As you told me you had woken from terror,
I turned over drowsily
crawling over you
to embrace you with kisses
and 'everything will be alrights.'

When you started to shiver
from my affections
I knew that there were other reasons
we both had stirred like this
in the middle of the night.
Our passion became heated,
but I could smell the guilt on you.
Something was wrong,
something was the matter.
We continued though
until we both finished in each others' sweat
and had inhaled enough of one-another's carbon dioxide
to save thousands of trees.

Only then did you tell me
another had tasted who I wanted
so badly to keep
for my own
for the rest of my life.
Only then did you tell me
you did me wrong
in so many ways.
Only then did you tell me
that you no longer dreamed of me
and you abandoned me.
Just like everyone else.
Just like you promised...


That you never would.
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