Please come back
I loved you
Your never ending energy
Your lack of fear
The optimistic way you looked at the world
But you died
He killed you
And I was all that remained
I tried to hold on
Find a way for you to stay
But everything I did only added to your pain
You left the day we met him
Both of us tried to hold on
But he gave up on you
And before I knew it you were gone
Everyone said I changed
But couldn't they see?
It was never me, it was you.
Now I'm here in your skin
Trying my best
We may be the same
But we're not
“I wonder what it’s like to love you.” You say as we’re lying in my bed.
“I wouldn’t know,” I say, “I don’t think anybody ever has.”
And you give me a pitiful smile, the kind you always give when I
say something so negative about myself.
I guess I’m glad I’ve come to think of it as ‘commitment’ rather than ‘pity’.
I’ve let myself drown in you. I let myself become lost in your lifeless eyes
and I’m filled with regrets but I don’t regret a thing. Maybe I Regret Breathing.
You’ll let my ghost linger, just for awhile longer. You’ll let me be real to you.
And as I feel the smoothness of you silk black hair in my hands, I wonder
if I’ve ever really loved you or if I just loved how in love we could have been.
Dancing beneath that sunset
Whispers of sweet nothings
Ceases as their tongues pres...
Nah... fuck that!
It's as elegant as a car crash
So if you're looking for a poet,
This is the wrong page to start at
A foul mouthed, awkward, bipeddler with a pen
I love my words when they're liked
But I hate them when they trend
For a flower doesn't bloom in darkness of an attic
My words shouldn't too just 'cause its posted in italics
I'm no artist nor poet
Just a lover of words
With a heart too shy to speak up
But still wants to be heard
I've always wanted to:
Write in a sedated state of mind
Make stars and clouds intertwine
Plant seeds in dictionaries as intuition is set to grow
A volcano erupt in words
Sweet lullaby's sang and whistled serenades in birds
Red in blue
A beautiful poem in you
where does hierarchy begin?
Is it where the strong is on top,
and the weak step upon?
Where does your dignity be placed?
Is it where your always be the winner,
no matter what, even it has bitter taste.
Is SURVIVAL really that cruel?
That some of us are just a tool,
a fool for the strong to be cool.
No, it can't be that bad
yet reality is quite sad.
Despite our hard beginnings
Life still is beautiful
that losing isn't everything.
To where dignity is placed -
when you respect yourself the most.
That hierarchy isn't important
to where your love is...