at some point you just have to realize.
realize that he's not worth it.
not worth those thoughts of suicide.
not worth those tears streaming down your face.
not worth the lies you tell your friends.
not worth kidding yourself that you're happy.
at some point you have to face it.
you have to look yourself the eye,
and tell yourself that you are worth it.
you are worth love and happiness.
you are worth kept promises.
you are beautiful no matter what he says.
at some point you have to look at him in the eye.
and tell him it's over.
that each and every one of those days,
waking up in misery-with those horrible memories,
of him in bed with her..
all i want to do is make love to you....
just spend hour upon hour in your embrace,
our naked bodies caressing one another,
skin touching skin,
each breath taken with yearning,
each whisper a vow of love,
we, connected to one another,
in our truest and most absolute form of closeness...
i want to show you how my body yearns and aches for you...
i want to show you how no one has ever made me feel this way before...
i want to take you to the place where time has no power over us,
and each second lasts as long as we wish.
i want to make love to you and have our souls connect in the most pure form of love there ever was;
i want to show y
combatant lust, my bower of love,
mine torture thus, sent to push and shove.
wringing out my emotions thus,
that will happily all discuss.
thine eyes apparent with adoration pure,
thine eyes taunt my heart and lure.
a day, a night, an eternity of yearning,
awakened soul continuous burning.
apprehensive thoughts opening nights,
continuing down those endless fights.
giving in to thine loving call,
knowing it was worth the fall.
Eternity slipping from our grasps,
desperate grabbing, endless chasing,
all our lifetimes slipping past,
hours turned days, turned years and now,
forever has finished, that was the vow.
a lifetime together has melted away,
yet a lifetime together felt like a day.
time is the thief of us humans, all.
time is the thing that gives the last call.
eternity was what we asked for,
and together we became one,
our souls connected, bound at our core,
but no more is given, all is done.
eternity the promise, now our debt must be paid.
now hold my hand as the next step approaches,
no need to be afraid.
This one is for the love of my life.
To the man who is my best friend.
To the man who loves me unconditionally.
To the man i joke with, the man i make love with.
To the man that helped me learn how to trust again.
The man that bandaged my wounds and held me while i cried.
The man that makes me blush (just by thinking about him).
To the man that supports me, pushes me, encourages me.
The man that never gives up on me.
To the man who will do anything, (no matter how silly) just to see me smile.
This one is for you.
The drug ran thick through her veins.
it was warm and cozy,
like a happy memory cuddling her,
cooing her to sleep.
It spread through her body like wildfire on wheat,
and she got lost in its blaze,
but she was not looking for a way out.
She let this drug corrupt her body,
embracing the escape it provided from reality.
It took her to places she never thought existed,
and never cared to explore before.
and it brought her back to her lost youth.
to the past she so often forgot,
and the love she suppressed so diligently.
all this from a drug,
one whose prescription was a kiss.
A shadow fell upon her.
not knowing where to go or whom to seek,
trying to find the solution,
to what brought about her execution.
to what kept her up late,
to what made her question fate.
so she ran away,
seeking out her own dismay.
and she felt it eat holes in her body,
her bones now brittle, and skin pale and thin.
shivers all but breaking her,
and coldness settling in.
but deeper she ran,
worried her journey just but began.
tossing and turning all through the night,
screaming all her worry and plight.
awakening in sweat and her own loud cries,
all but covered in flies.
shooing those flies away,
away from the decay.
away from her body, now
The night was young,
Entertaining fantasies of forever and always.
But when happy endings come true,
And fairy tales come to life,
With magic in your eyes,
And love filled hearts,
Fate made its mark upon us,
Branding us with its folly,
Granting us a month, then tearing us apart.
Giving us an option,
A chance for a lifetime,
And this we took.
My other half I found in you.
Finding forever and always to be coming true.
a part of me, apart from you by samuraichai7, literature
Literature
a part of me, apart from you
each and every cell of mine,
would fight the depths of hell devine,
if only to see your face once more,
for you have saved me, fixed me,
fixed what was once shattered on the floor.
and into your eyes i saw divinity,
no thought nor glance of animosity.
holding hands while lips embrace,
a million lifetimes would i chase.
empty nights with hearts of bliss,
how did i ever end up like this.
waiting with such patience for my one and only,
and now these nights alone feel lonely.
foolish talks and desperate dreams,
waking in an instant, wishing to scream.
why do i want you?
you treat me like shit-
but i keep coming back.
i keep looking past everything-
all the horrible things you've done-
unable to see past emotion.
why do i love you?
what have you done for me?
made me feel like shit...
made me depressed in a single sentence.
but it's you....and i love you.
and i don't know why...
i don't know why...
why does emotion keep me from leaving?
dropping you, dropping every bad emotion...
i could live in happiness,
in ease and encouragement,
yet i choose to stay here...
in your bed....
why do i want you?
your lack of support....
lack of effort....of understanding...
why do i stay?
because i'm afraid.
at some point you just have to realize.
realize that he's not worth it.
not worth those thoughts of suicide.
not worth those tears streaming down your face.
not worth the lies you tell your friends.
not worth kidding yourself that you're happy.
at some point you have to face it.
you have to look yourself the eye,
and tell yourself that you are worth it.
you are worth love and happiness.
you are worth kept promises.
you are beautiful no matter what he says.
at some point you have to look at him in the eye.
and tell him it's over.
that each and every one of those days,
waking up in misery-with those horrible memories,
of him in bed with her..
all i want to do is make love to you....
just spend hour upon hour in your embrace,
our naked bodies caressing one another,
skin touching skin,
each breath taken with yearning,
each whisper a vow of love,
we, connected to one another,
in our truest and most absolute form of closeness...
i want to show you how my body yearns and aches for you...
i want to show you how no one has ever made me feel this way before...
i want to take you to the place where time has no power over us,
and each second lasts as long as we wish.
i want to make love to you and have our souls connect in the most pure form of love there ever was;
i want to show y
combatant lust, my bower of love,
mine torture thus, sent to push and shove.
wringing out my emotions thus,
that will happily all discuss.
thine eyes apparent with adoration pure,
thine eyes taunt my heart and lure.
a day, a night, an eternity of yearning,
awakened soul continuous burning.
apprehensive thoughts opening nights,
continuing down those endless fights.
giving in to thine loving call,
knowing it was worth the fall.
Eternity slipping from our grasps,
desperate grabbing, endless chasing,
all our lifetimes slipping past,
hours turned days, turned years and now,
forever has finished, that was the vow.
a lifetime together has melted away,
yet a lifetime together felt like a day.
time is the thief of us humans, all.
time is the thing that gives the last call.
eternity was what we asked for,
and together we became one,
our souls connected, bound at our core,
but no more is given, all is done.
eternity the promise, now our debt must be paid.
now hold my hand as the next step approaches,
no need to be afraid.
This one is for the love of my life.
To the man who is my best friend.
To the man who loves me unconditionally.
To the man i joke with, the man i make love with.
To the man that helped me learn how to trust again.
The man that bandaged my wounds and held me while i cried.
The man that makes me blush (just by thinking about him).
To the man that supports me, pushes me, encourages me.
The man that never gives up on me.
To the man who will do anything, (no matter how silly) just to see me smile.
This one is for you.
The drug ran thick through her veins.
it was warm and cozy,
like a happy memory cuddling her,
cooing her to sleep.
It spread through her body like wildfire on wheat,
and she got lost in its blaze,
but she was not looking for a way out.
She let this drug corrupt her body,
embracing the escape it provided from reality.
It took her to places she never thought existed,
and never cared to explore before.
and it brought her back to her lost youth.
to the past she so often forgot,
and the love she suppressed so diligently.
all this from a drug,
one whose prescription was a kiss.
A shadow fell upon her.
not knowing where to go or whom to seek,
trying to find the solution,
to what brought about her execution.
to what kept her up late,
to what made her question fate.
so she ran away,
seeking out her own dismay.
and she felt it eat holes in her body,
her bones now brittle, and skin pale and thin.
shivers all but breaking her,
and coldness settling in.
but deeper she ran,
worried her journey just but began.
tossing and turning all through the night,
screaming all her worry and plight.
awakening in sweat and her own loud cries,
all but covered in flies.
shooing those flies away,
away from the decay.
away from her body, now
The night was young,
Entertaining fantasies of forever and always.
But when happy endings come true,
And fairy tales come to life,
With magic in your eyes,
And love filled hearts,
Fate made its mark upon us,
Branding us with its folly,
Granting us a month, then tearing us apart.
Giving us an option,
A chance for a lifetime,
And this we took.
My other half I found in you.
Finding forever and always to be coming true.
a part of me, apart from you by samuraichai7, literature
Literature
a part of me, apart from you
each and every cell of mine,
would fight the depths of hell devine,
if only to see your face once more,
for you have saved me, fixed me,
fixed what was once shattered on the floor.
and into your eyes i saw divinity,
no thought nor glance of animosity.
holding hands while lips embrace,
a million lifetimes would i chase.
empty nights with hearts of bliss,
how did i ever end up like this.
waiting with such patience for my one and only,
and now these nights alone feel lonely.
foolish talks and desperate dreams,
waking in an instant, wishing to scream.
why do i want you?
you treat me like shit-
but i keep coming back.
i keep looking past everything-
all the horrible things you've done-
unable to see past emotion.
why do i love you?
what have you done for me?
made me feel like shit...
made me depressed in a single sentence.
but it's you....and i love you.
and i don't know why...
i don't know why...
why does emotion keep me from leaving?
dropping you, dropping every bad emotion...
i could live in happiness,
in ease and encouragement,
yet i choose to stay here...
in your bed....
why do i want you?
your lack of support....
lack of effort....of understanding...
why do i stay?
because i'm afraid.
"He loves me"
"He loves me not."
These silky petals,
are all she's got.
For more than now
For one more shot
at something worth fighting for.
Before we rot.
Another lonely night.
Another hopless fight.
Can we hang on?
Or should be move on?
Our love has become a battle ground.
Everything lost,nothing found.
Battered heart.
Bleeding from the start.
Another war goes on.
How much longer until the dawn?
Words like a razor blade.
Love will go and fade.
How many more nights will it take?
To make my heart completely break.
Clinging onto the past.
Whoever knew forever would go so fast?
Turns out you're
not what you seem,
the words you spit
are meaningless,
hands weaving a
web of lies,
promises simply full
of shit, holding
nothing but maggots
& flies,
smelling like a
chamber pot, you're
not difficult to
spot, like the
berlin wall, you
will fall
the bones in our bed
have been buried beneath
laundered sheets of history
where romance had written itself
into cotton crevices
Locked in Plaid flannels
sometimes checkered quilt
and soft bolded silk
lingers naked body heat
that is still fresh in scent
a fading lovelorn sense
however unseen by naked eye
where we'd invent dreams
that would soon die
in blanketing betrayals and lie
and i lie
curled within
grieving for time
to return
for where life began with us
in this bed
which we once called home
to wake in smiles
to rest in smiles
despite sweet memory
along with our last breath
pillowed tombstones now rest
bari
have i told you how wonderful you are? you're the most wonderful and amazing person on this earth, and don't you forget it. i wish i were in italy with you. not in st louis. because st louis reminds me too much of school, work, and obligations. i just want to run around and have fun with you, be in a place where i can't drive and there's no need to...just have to walk everywhere, just us, just holding hands. going to bed with you, waking up to you, kissing you...waking up in the middle of the night, and just being happy. so fucking happy for no reason except for that you're there. waking up at 4 am and laughing, giggling...happy. and now
He once said that he woke up happy. happy just knowing i was his.
and i never once felt that way. not about him....i woke up wanting to die, wondering why he was dragging me through my own personal hell.
but now i understand it. not for him...but for someone new...waking up in complete bliss because i have him, he's mine and i'm his. living every day with happiness because i trust him, even though he's thousands of miles away. waking up, not next to him, but with him in my heart. Knowing that i'm his one and only...knowing that he loves me, feeling his love for me all those miles apart. hearing the words, "you're the most beautiful girl