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Miss Me Jun 2017
Inflamed with desire
  You will never meet
I often ache for it
  But always out of reach

The slow burn inside
  Becomes absolute
Yet there is never
  A chance to see its truth

I have become
  A person of only one
Never believing
  It could ever be fun

Then stricken
  With a sense always unknown
It has made within me
  Its very home

No longer will it be
  Absent from the mind
I smolder it only
  As a gift to be kind
Miss Me May 2017
The feeling i get
  Is all too real
Don't ask again
  The pain i can't peel

On and on
  It goes
There it is
  Like me still

You weren't a friend
  Just because you won
You'll always be a predator
  Don't you dare call me hon

Yes, you knew
  Your dream is hollow
Keep it up
   For mine shall follow
Miss Me May 2017
This way, that way
  All over the place
He said, she said
  I am a disgrace

I stumbled and fumbled
  And my soul fell ******
But grateful to those
  Who do the study

I might not seem hurt
  when you take your first look
But next time you'll see
  I'm dangling by a hook

It pokes and drives deeper
  As i struggle to get loose
And I scream and I holler
"Oh what's the use?!"

I was about to accept
  That bipolar stigma
When the news flashed
  That killer was a bipolar enigma

Oh no!
  Now here we go
All those bipolars
  Are freaks you know

They all looked at each other
  With absolute wonder
As the ground opened up
  And the bipolars fell under

How dare they so foolishly speak
  Without even a blink
I so fear my life
  Is again on the brink

One down, two down
  Three on the verge
Thank you society
  For your so selfish gurge!

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