Break meBreak me into pieces and stab me in the back
Go ahead, sit and laugh
You don't understand, you never will
You don't care about the heart that you
Always kill, a thousand times over
Just break me down
Punch me in the face
Throw me around
'Til I'm six feet under ground
Abandon me, go ahead
Leave me here for dead
It's not like you care about me anyways
You just sit there
And mock me
Just leave me here to die
I'm going to be selfish and tell you my mind
You act like you care
But honestly, you don't
SparkA gaze is all it takes.Spark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the one-sided spark flickers ablaze.
Thoughts crowd your mind, whispering ill fates.
Ignoring everyone, you stare, amazed.
Your heart beats faster with every step.
She seems familiar, though you've never met.
A gentle hand taps her on the arm.
She turns to you with a curious alarm.
An awkward moment passes, with silence flying by.
You gather up courage and simply say "Hi."
Another spark, it creates a whole flame.
Dancing like liquid, it burns all the same.
Death Can't Seperate Hearts [EDITED]In the pouring rain, I watch the gray and rounded tomb stone gather droplets before me and I watch them slide down along the sides onto the ground below. With a rose in my hand, I reminiscence the short years we've spent. I will always remember the way you gave me my first kiss, sweet and gentle like you. I will remember the dates we've had, at amusement parks, at restaurants, even at the movies. But what I liked best was when I was with you no matter where we were. And when you asked me to marry you, I said yes because I knew that my life would never be the same without you... and right now, it's true.Death Can't Seperate Hearts [EDITED]2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I can't live without you. I want you back. I want you, and your boy wants his daddy, too.
We rushed to have a child because you said you wanted to see your son, your own flesh and blood, before anything happened to you. I never knew what that meant until sometime after the birth of our baby boy. I couldn't believe you had cancer, an incurable one. Months later, you asked me and ou