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Vachaspathi Feb 2018
I can't remember the scent of you because the fragrance lies only in the memories and not in the heart.
B N Bradley Feb 2018
he touches my thigh
and i realize
there is so much
more to life
than feeling
shattered
on the bathroom
floor.
Sarah Elizabeth Feb 2018
The edges of my heart
Cut my soft fingertips every time I try to put the shards back together
Shattered, it struggles to not beat itself into pieces once again
Sometimes,
It feels as if my heart isn't the only point of origin for the blood Pumping through my veins
My lungs
Have become nothing but collateral damage from the
Razor sharp "I love you's,"
Their causalness
Serrating my gentle, slowing breaths
Stopping my heart's beating
Every word holding a little less meaning
"I love you?" I say back, confusèdly
Wondering
Exactly what percentage of your heart you think you poured into your words
Because I
Didn't hear any of it.
Cold, Callous
sandpaper tongue
Licking at the firey feelings of Doubt in my mind
Maybe
My quieted voice can quench my questions
Smother the slivers of vowels lodged in my lungs
Trust me when I say you cannot hold in the blood flowing from my wounds
By holding My hand.
Shorter than I yet
Somehow your lies stand taller than my inner knowing truth.
Your heart is flawless and filled with youth
So you
Cannot see the end as being anything other than mutual
Like my heart fingers and lungs
Are mutually bleeding
Sometimes, it is hard to tell which is bleeding more
Sometimes,
It is hard to tell if I am holding myself together or continuously falling further apart
Not like you would know the difference
You only ever held me when I didn't need it
When I smiled
Your mouth was filled with i love yous
But when I cried
It was never filled with questions
Why
Did you never try to see through me
Or even simply into my eyes
I thought you knew I wouldn't let you drown in my tears
But
Your reluctance to talk about my fears
Only shoved my own head under the steadily rising waters of sadness
And despair
My dear, how did you get so distant?
Moons, planets, light years away
Your heart
May as well have been located in the andromeda galaxy
Because i
Could never truly reach it
Did you really want to become so distant?
When I just wanted to reside by your side
I guess I'll dont really want to know the reason why
Or if it would have even been worth it to try
To fix us.
My girlfriend and i broke up. She says it was mutual, but if one person isn't ready for a relationship, and the other is willing to try, is it really mutual?
Jaz Feb 2018
I wanted nothing more than to please you
I went along with every word you said
***
Drugs
Love
Was it all a lie?

I was fragile and innocent
Like glass you shattered me
I can feel a black hole inside me
Where your love should have been

I don't know what I want
but I know it isn't you
not anymore
Liz Carlson Jan 2018
in some way,
we're all broken.

begging for comfort
and some medication
to relieve us of the pain.

we've all been shattered
into a million pieces
and felt like nothing.

we're all broken,
after all.
tortilla Jan 2018
I'm full of holes.
You'll try to love me, everyone does.
They try to love me in so many ways.
They think that they can hold me and wrap me up and cover what's clearly missing.
They think that they can look past any gaps I have and focus on the parts of me that are complete and just never look elsewhere.
They think that they can fill the cavities with trinkets and treasures and gestures and words, words that turn out to be just as empty as I am.
They think that they can accept them and love them for what they are and I thought I could too.
But the reality is, they are holes and there just isn't anything there to love.
So no matter how much you want to love me, I will never be able to support you because I am brittle and incomplete. I will always leave people with the feeling that something is missing.
That thing that is missing is me.
Full of holes and missing parts.
Seema Dec 2017
There comes a time
When all things seem unreal
Even the kindest soul
Looks drenched in darkness
And you and me just don't exist
Upon nightfall of each day
Staring at the starless sky
The fear of losing you
Turns my life's rainbow grey
It is my only wish to be with you
Regardless of how far or near
The distance may be
You are always close
Close, just like the beats of my heart
Drawing closer, being my part
One step at a time
And I tip toed into your gentle arms
Never before, this feeling came about
I feel as to scream and shout out loud
That you are my love, my one and only
A better half of me
Full of life, my dream, my love
We shall never grow apart
Tho distance may divide us
But never again, shall this heart be  
Shattered into pieces
Like how you found me one day
Drowning in my tears and collecting
My hearts broken pieces
The melody you played that day
Slowly repaired the strings of my soul
How fortunate, I am today
To be standing beside you
While you holding me gently
Blowing my sorrows miles away
And filling me with your unconditional love




©sim
Fictional write.
Unrhymed, raw scribbles.
boringwonderland Dec 2017
you told me you changed
i believed you
why am i laying on the bathroom floor
covered in blood
was i too much of a bore
i can’t stop screaming
what is the meaning
of my life
silly me i thought i could be your wife
i let you rip the heart right out of my chest
take the rest
i don’t want to be a person anymore
i hate myself to the core
i shattered the mirror
you’r not near
you didn’t realize that i’m fragile
i want to ****
all the voices inside me
telling me i’d be better off dead
all i’m seeing is dark red
all over the bathroom floor
this won’t be much of a bore
Damaris ZA Dec 2017
We used to be close.
                                    We would hold each other's hand,
                                    Or even hold each other's tears.
We used to share our dreams.
                                                      We would share each other secrets,
                                                      Or­ even share each other fears.
We used to be able to communicate.
                              We would laugh through the pain with each other,
                               Or even laugh through hell with each other.      
We used to be this way.

                                 Now we hold each other's sorrows.
                                     Now we share a passing glance.
                                          Now we laugh with others.
                                               Now we are strangers.
"The difference between you and I is; I don't need a man to make me happy. When you were single you were depressed and you wouldn't let any of your friends help you. Now that you have someone, you are happier... Without me. I don't love to make me happy. I need trust.
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