Your laughter alone was enough to heal the bruises.
Missing the small things is causing me to lose it.
Hour long phone calls and meeting half-way,
This is my first poem. This is my first piece of writing that I put any real feelings into. Feel free to criticize, I know I'm not that good, and I need it.
Retaining the thought of you standing over me at your mother’s house; no shirt, just sweat pants.
I remember telling myself I wanted to be with you forever.
Thoughts of you control my mind every day.
Any feelings of love gone, without a word to say.
I still wait for your call, knowing it’s never going to come.
My 2nd poem. A lot of feeling into this because I turned my life around and I'm still amazed by how I did it. I try to write poems now instead of drinking when I feel something. I love feedback, I want to become better at writing so please feel free to criticize. I promise not to write an intro on every poem.
Nobody’s choice of fate is self-brutality.
Each day another victim is blindsided by motives of immorality,