Imagine a love
You found
Without
Searching
In vain
Tag: love
Counterproductive
I have learned through
Recent emotional adversities
To never trust the words
Of those who demand respect
But cannot hold themselves
To the expectations they
Constantly put upon others
Memory
I have accepted that I am a memory.
And as a memory, I will no longer physically enter your life. Every gentle touch I graced you with will slowly fade into a simple remembrance of lust. Every picturesque moment of me dragging my fingers across your skin, softly kissing your neck, and whispering secrets to you in the isolated presence of our scars. All of this will be but a flash of the past, a dream that will soon become so faint you will be taunted with the idea of a nightmare.
However, be careful, for this is not a photo you can keep. This is not a book that I will allow you to store on a shelf, only to eventually forget about. I will continue to allow this memory to form it’s rightful infection.
I am but a memory, but you will always remember me.
Fake
You were always my favorite
My preferred however
In a fabricated reality
We were never meant to touch
Viewpoint
I have pages of stories
Sketching beautiful skies
I see through cracked windows
With tears in my eyes
If it’s me that you seek
And the scenes I describe
You must know that my words
Paint a pretty disguise
Glass Heart
My heart is made of glass
But has been stained
With all the colors of my love
I am fragile but hopefulÂ
That one day someone will understand
The depth of this work of art
Enraged
I can feel the fireÂ
As it rages up inside of me
It rises once againÂ
Slowly forming who I’m meant to be
Tried to be too different
Tried too hard to never disagree
But you were never with it
Now my love comes with a pricey fee
Contentment
I never felt at peace
And now my world is standing stillÂ
The war used to consumeÂ
But now no voids call me to fillÂ
I used to never sleep
Now nights bring dark against my will
I never feel too weary
Now that the calm seeks all my thrill
Future
She approached me in all black
With her fingers dipped in gold
I tried to get some answers
But her responses left me cold
She gazed out of the window
And was speechless for some time
She turned to me and whispered
“I miss that light inside my eyes”
You Own Me
Sometimes I feel I control my life
And sometimes I feel like I don’t
I had no say on the start of my time
That decision was never my own
And even though life is a gift to give
And I’m always in charge of the tone
I really don’t care what life I live
As long as it’s life in your home
What's Mine Is Yours 