Give your mind something new, something else to feed on
Why bother missing someone who doesn’t notice you’re gone?
You held me so close, your arm wrapped around my waist
Whispered in my ear that I deserved to be embraced
It seemed you slept in fear; still holding on tight
As if I were a dream that wouldn’t last the night.
I’d like to hold you in my arms and say
“You’ll be safe here; won’t you stay?”
“Have you ever been in love?” I asked. “And did he fall for you?”
She smiled and said yes; “but my feelings weren’t true.
I told a boy I loved him, but I only loved a ghost
The idea of who I wished he was, a delusion at the most.”
I swore I’d never write of you. You were offended by the vow
But the truth is I’m afraid, and that I simply don’t know how.
Spilled ink would coat the pages with lines I cannot share
This language has no words for you; there’s not one that can compare.
I’d be content to hold his hand and just roam
I swear, that boy could make hell feel like home.
A slap to the face, a punch, a clout
Beating into submission; is that what power’s about?
although the words I once confessed were undoubtedly true
this poem will be the last that I write about you.
You’re a man of the spotlight, always cast for the lead
Toeing the line between ambition and greed
A girl on your arm; to accessorize, not love
Money the only thing you’ll ever be proud of.
like being thrown out of a plane with no strings, no chute
or left stranded in a maze without a map or a route
catapulted into a state in which I haven’t any clue
that’s how it felt when I fell in love with you.
The tender glow of sunlight broke through the city air
Massaging tired shoulders, wounding with its glare
Words dealt by a stranger, given with a gentle heart
Not knowing that they struck the mind like a target by a dart.
i shall never write about a place
in which i do not feel familiar
empirical data is a necessity
to produce anything of value
in order for your word to mean
Wait three days to call, or else you’ll break the rules.
Never admit that you’re intrigued; honesty’s for fools.
Want to tell her you’re in love? Don’t be silly, it’s too quick
Don’t you know that love’s a game; a complex riddle, practiced trick?
He had hair a shade of auburn that looked like fire in the sun
Blue eyes as cold as ice; a single stare enough to stun.
My blood surged with every touch, skin blushing with burning heat
Now this empty bed feels frigid; unignited, incomplete.
Blood disappears with soap and water, gone without a trace
Tears wiped away in seconds to leave a clean, unblemished face
Every bruise you left healed over, every scar that grazed my skin
But there’s one wound that’s still open; I’m still bleeding from within.
Just one thought, and my heart’s still beating fast
One single memory of a person from the past.
Read between the lines; play charades, learn the game
Complicating what is simple, turning honesty to shame.
Her head fit perfectly between his neck and his shoulder
Maybe mornings wouldn’t be so bad if only he could hold her.
I will never be the kind that draws your eyes in the street
Never the kind of girl whose mere stare feels like heat
Who manages to enchant you even when she’s fast asleep
Steals your heart in seconds; now it’s hers to keep.
I beg you to be brave, when your hand itches for the phone
Don’t go running back because you hate waking up alone.
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