BrittanyMyers13

Unrequited Call me hopeless, but I just can’t Seem to stop yearning to just Pull my heart out, Set it in a girl’s arms, And just lean back. It’s a kind of drug to me. A one-sided war against The general population Of girl’s I’ve admired, not just loved. The one who seemed most like A future mother, who’d hold my hand tight Through the dark campfire and always Have a witty retort to explain things. The one who walked through a river With me in sixth grade, my first date And the first time I held hands. The one who I thought was the sexiest Humblest and most blatantly sarcastic On the face of our earth. The o

I remember you in the way You probably wanted to be remembered: Tanned and enthusiastic, grinning, your occasional spastic Lapses into talking about working out. And things were working out. Without a doubt it was late, but not never. You embodied summer weather, Not the frigid reality of addiction. In between your seasons was friction, An occluded front of clashing clouds, Storming under the surface of your skin. I imagine that you died not with a needle In your arm, but while setting an alarm, Your vacation pamphlet open to Bermuda: Hawaiian shorts and a winter coat. You know it still catches in the boy's throat, Sometimes. When people s

she did not want love, she wanted thorns twisted in her steel fingers digging into the sharp metal. she needed to b r e a k people. and she had the devil in her eyes and death on her skin: a walking disaster. she tasted like danger incarnated; i knew by the way she wrapped her hands around my wrists she could destroy me. sn / ap my bones at will but she never did and the blue of her eyes drowned me in changing tides of liquid fire. we spent one night staring at the ceiling tracing constellations on paper-skin and pretending to be artists of the universe just to feel alive. (before she left we lay side by side at dawn with our ches

I remember lying in bed with you, longing for a deeper connection. You would always sleep with your back to me, in an almost fetal position, as if you were physically guarding your heart. All I wanted was to touch those scars that ran down the center of your chest, but you told me you were not okay with someone else's heart beating within you so I let it be. The look in your eyes when you woke up in the morning; the sleepy surrealness of a dream playing at the corner of your lips, and the early morning light goldenly surrounding your messy hair like a halo was enough to quench any thirst I had for you. It was enough to resonate in me for a lo