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Stephanie Rice Oct 2013
Caught up in your threshold
of pain and growing old,
But I'm nowhere near that old,
for all my thoughts to feel so cold.
And your words pile down like snow
Building fast, but leaving slow.
A melody pitched, in perfect adagio.
Lift me high just to throw me low
You shine but you're nowhere near gold.
Let all your demons unfold.
A heart that's black and freezing cold,
I ripped the grip from your choke hold.
I'm someone you'll no longer know.
How's my salt taste mixed in all your snow
I watch you die from my window.
Your end brings on the perfect glow
Of a debt that I'll no longer owe,
The chill forgives, drifting further now
Suddenly, it doesn't feel so cold.
Knocked your wind speed down to zero.
I have melted all your snow.
Here in my own arms, I am finally consoled.
Stephanie Rice Oct 2013
I can’t quite explain the meaning of this
You’re the one thing I always hope to last.
I knew I loved you before that first kiss
Never knew butterflies could fly so fast.
Being with you’s like falling at seven,
Left me an angel who’s just learned flying.
Then with ease, you pushed me out of heaven
How quick flying leaves you falling, crying.
Out of heaven’s gates, I went straight to hell
Left my heart on a plate, call it tragic.
A dream that went out at the strike of twelve,
I’m emptier than the mind of maggots.
I needed you more than air in my lungs
You were rope round my throat you left me hung.
Stephanie Rice Aug 2013
You hold me tight and pull me close
But I've never felt so cold
I'm as empty as a balloon
that has just found its hole

I'm a lake with no ending
A puddle with no reflection
I'm a postcard in the window
Cause it's not worth sending

And you tell me you're sorry
And you squeeze my hand tight
And you're killing me slowly
The dark that haunts my night

My mind is stuck
My heart is paused
I need to surrender this fight

But I'm getting nowhere
Cause you hold the string
And I am just your kite
Stephanie Rice Apr 2013
I think of you at dinner
at the movies, at the mall
I think of you in giant crowds
when I start to feel real small
I think of you at breakfast
at parties, parks, and pools
I think of you in math class
actually whenever I'm at school
I think of you through meetings
through papers, pens, and plans
I think of you whenever
somebody grabs my hand
I think of you at street lights
with every red I hit
I think of you through conversation
every word, a detail that I miss
I think of you at midnight
I think of you alone
I think of you all summer
I think of you as home
I think of you forever
through winter, spring and fall
I think of you constant
Do you think of me at all
Stephanie Rice Mar 2013
Everyone can see it's you
the crack that makes me break
But how it must blur my vision
with every step I take.
Cause all I've ever seen is you
I've been walking towards your hand.
You're the only one who's ever gotten me
even the parts I can't understand.
Buried deep inside of me
is the truth I'll never tell
You should get it, after all
you're who taught me to lie so well.
So just keep bending me with every turn you take
Bend me with every pretty line you fake
I think I've left it pretty clear.
You've got me on your beaten path,
I let you **** me baby,
you broke me right in half.
Stephanie Rice Mar 2013
You
This is my sorry letter
for all the things I could never say to you
My apology, to both of us, for holding on as long as this
You scared me for so long
In all the ways you redefined the word ''home''
You froze me stiff right where I stood
each and every time your hand slid against mine
It's not so much in what you did
It's how you did it, all so effortlessly
The way you know your smile's poison
and your tears the perfect bait
I hate how every word in every line
is based around the recipe of you
2 scoops of misery
A cup of nicotine
Three bags of mystery, beauty, and pain
All wrapped up in pretty eyes
You couldn't disguise it well enough
The meaning of this word
I'll always know it's spelled
Y-O-U
Stephanie Rice Mar 2013
If love is a drug, then she is ecstasy
one touch to your tongue
and your whole world expands.
But what if love were measured by the spilling of clouds?
Then, my dear, she'd be a hurricane
with all warning to stay inside.
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