you're ripped away like my hopes and dreamsand i dreamt of getting married wearing whiteyou're sleeping soundly next to him and I'm here once more alone at nightred wine drips and lungs are blackand i can't help feeling i shouldn't love you backbut i do and i hate it and i hate myselffor thinking i … Continue reading Sleeping Soundly
Author: thelifeanddeathoflove
Doncaster born and new to the scene, poetry and creative writing is my thing! currently working on my first book, a collection of diary entries compiled to create a narrative about Love! Lets see how it goes.
Lemons
It's raining in both our towns now though that's not the only thing connecting me to you. See, I left my mind on that stone studded beach and my heart blocked out the sound permanently and that night you drove to me through the dark I had to feel my way around you as you … Continue reading Lemons
Mr Polly Pocket
Opened up your woodland scene Mr Polly Pocket figurine With you I would love to play Hold your hand throughout the day Moving through your clamshell case Perfect, plastic, great escape Upon your lips I place my own Soft and warm they feel like home But your home can't belong to me Poly isn't the … Continue reading Mr Polly Pocket
Honey Bee
Sweat so wet it pours. Trickles down his spine like the first dew of spring. My neck, He bites, Bee sting. I'm trapped in his honey . Drowning in nectar I never saw coming. He feeds my sweetest tooth. Only the bees know the words to say. Building hives inside my heart and buzzing through … Continue reading Honey Bee
Validation
I guess I've always craved validation one way or another, be it someone telling me they think I look hot in my photos or a co worker telling me I did the right thing by leaving a job, sending that all important outfit pic to a friend before a night out and even trying to … Continue reading Validation
Sugar Coated
Sometimes I read my work and feel like I haven't dived deep enough, like I'm just treading water at the surface of my emotions and my experiences or that I'm finding ways to word my work that coats it in sugar instead of just writing the truth, letting my words flow out regardless if it … Continue reading Sugar Coated
Inside Their Beds
I've felt the touch of a thousand men Let them lay me down inside their beds A few whispered words inside my ears Exactly what I wanted to hear Sweet nectar, lies with fingers crossed With little thought of what it cost For all the scars left upon a heart Cannot be seen inside the … Continue reading Inside Their Beds
A Million Places
For me one of the worst parts of a break up isn't necessarily the break up part itself but the aftermath! Dont get me wrong I mean, all of the crying and the loneliness and the alcohol numbing, ice cream eating binges are always awful but it's the part after that I hate, the part … Continue reading A Million Places
A Beautiful Thing
When you find someone who loves you for who you really are, its a beautiful thing. To hear the words spoken. To unlock the door to all the faces you hide. To feel a soft touch upon all of your imperfections. To feel soft lips upon all of your 'don't touch' places. To feel their … Continue reading A Beautiful Thing
In My Space
Stood against the brick pile in my back garden away from my Grandad's eyes, smoking his cigarette and drinking coffee from my mug, his hair was a perfect fuzzy mess and his eyes glanced upon the floor more often than they did up on me as he listened to me excitedly rabble on about total … Continue reading In My Space
