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What
Do
you
Do
When
Your
Cure
Turns
On
You
 Dec 2014 Janine
sour avocado
Aqribh
 Dec 2014 Janine
sour avocado
I don't know
What you did
But I don't
Like it not
In one single
Bit it's gnawing
At me that
I don't know
The answers to
Anything or everything

And that it
Makes me nervous
And shaky when
You're around and
I don't like
That, but there
You are sitting
Tall and proud
And like a
King upon his
Merry throne of
Gold and silver

Other people see
How you light
Up too so
I don't think
I'm too awfully
oh-so-special
But I overthink
The words you
Say every single
******* day.

I didn't mean
To sound so
Stupid or rude
The other day
It's just we
Met over a
Book of fate
And you stepped
Out of your
Car the same
Exact time I
Did mine when
We were all
Alone and when
Everyone had left

You asked what
I was doing
Now, but I'm
Not too smart
So I just
Said 'going home.'
And turned away.
I don't know whether or not this boy was trying to lowkey ask me on a date, but he's cute so hopefully, but that's also why I doubt it. Tons of girls talk to him so I don't stand a chance. This isn't the same guy as before whoops.
 Dec 2014 Janine
Bailey Metcalf
maybe to this world
I am just a burden
just someone who is here
weighing others down
in no way impacting people
for the good
like I am just sitting on their shoulders
or pulling them down
tearing them apart
being of no good to them
is that what anyone wants
to have happen to them
is that what anyone wants
to feel like they are in this world
so just let yourself go
you're better off that way
people are better off
without you

[bnm]
 Dec 2014 Janine
Lauren C
You make me happy.

Whenever I think about you
my face turns red
and I can't stop smiling
and I just end up sitting
there and giggling.

When I see you I
just want to snuggle up
in your arms and listen
to your heartbeat
as you tell me stories
of your childhood.

When I talk about you
I don't really know what to say
because I'm so overwhelmed with
bubbles
and happiness
and giggles
but I could talk about you
for hours
and I want to be poetic
I really do
but I can't find the words
to describe
how the gentle ***** of your nose
makes my heart speed up
or the way your hand fits in mine
makes it hard to breathe
and I could say I want to see
where the veins in your arms lead
when I trace them with my fingertips
but I know they'll just lead me to your heart and
it just sounds dumb and cliche.

What I'm trying to say is
you make me feel a lot of things
and I really like them
but I'm absolutely terrified
of them so all I ask is
please don't leave.
 Dec 2014 Janine
Tiberias Paulk
Waste your cheap whispers on hollow bones, and forget all the blisters that got you home, blacken the chimney with warm sin, by skill very nimbly conceal within, and when it's frigid in winter and snow drove, you will still be gathering splinters for your old stove
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