I got a stain on his favourite hoodie, the one he would let me wear. The stain wouldn't come out, so I couldn't help but feel like he left with a piece of me when he took it back. Eventually he would leave with more than just his hoodie. He left with the fragments of … Continue reading ATARI
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.
Rebirth
I shed my skin wafer thin as you watched from the sand I watched myself feed the fishes under your watchful gaze I let myself become the water I let myself become the grit between my toes And with the returning tide I became a new man With a new life Under a new moon … Continue reading Rebirth
Please
I want you to touch me slide off my shoes and lay me down. Help me breathe and kiss me please... Look into my eyes and pour out your soul connect with me, tease. Ease my mind with words I can believe lean into me and let it be. I need you to touch me … Continue reading Please
Sleeping Soundly
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
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
