honey let me show you pretty words
let me strum your veins
feel the tinkle of my chimes
let the letters make love to you
they know about your dimples
not just the ones on your face
and they know about the way your voice
plays on waves like a sparrow
let them flutter on your tongue
like mine
and know you are incredible
let them prod at your mind
and dream of adequacy
for your intellect is dizzying
let fairy dust dance on your nose
because you must be magic
let me love you
let these words love you
Of course you still cross my mind
from time to time.
That will never change.
Not when you leave footprints on my soul
and
whispers in my hair.
I live for those moments
When we sit on the couch
And you kiss my lips
As naturally as you breathe
And we do different things
Like you watch YouTube
And I scroll through my Dash
But we’re comfortable
And natural
And happy
And in love
And every moment may not be passionate
But every moment is perfect
And I love you
I’m a machine.
I live to please.
That’s what pleases me.
I need to serve a purpose.
Send me somewhere.
I’ll commit myself.
I’ll devote myself.
Give me something to-
I’ve never wanted to die
because life sucked.
Life is beautiful.
It’s a beautiful mess
and I admire
and appreciate
and awe it.
I’ve wanted to kill myself
Because I’m an ugly mess
Drained of life and beauty.
Life is worth it,
I am not.
Trust.
Love.
Life.
It’s all the same.
You lied.
You’re lying now.
To us both.
Cut the bullshit.
Pull your head out.
This isn’t the way it works.
You don’t do this.
You love.
You lied.
The dagger is in the heart
And the hurt has passed and
Left discomfort.
Someone needs to pull it out
And apply pressure to the wound
As blood gushes from the heart and
Tears fall from the eyes.
everything is my fault
mine
path of destruction
car alarms
crying children
cracked sidewalks
a thin slice
a little fire
a little amnesia
explosions
destruction
mine
No, I don’t fucking like you.
You were a bitch and you don’t know me.
But she loves you.
You make her happy.
You give her something.
You give her life.
And this makes me glad.
So while I don’t like you,
I don’t have to.
It doesn’t matter.
As long as you make her happy
Like you do.
Fix her.
I'm out of Neosporin
And I don't have any Band-Aids.
Fix her.
Love her.
Help her.
11:04 empty hall
I would be perfect
at being a
perfectly unhappy
soccer mom with
a husband who
is married to the
office and kids
who think I’m
money bags
only
and a job that
makes me peel
off my manicure
and tear out
my hair and
bite through my lip
and I would
smile at the
lost souls
in the
suburbs who
are as perfect
at being
perfectly unhappy
as I am.
11:10 full hall
You’re different
You make me smile
You’re the same
self-righteous type
I have been broken
by before,
But you never leave.
You may not love,
You may not care,
But you don’t leave.
You smile and
You take care
And you’re patient
And you know I’m crazy
And you stay.
And my body
dries out
With the rest of
My soul
and my face
Is crusty
And my arms
are flaky
And pieces
chip away
from my
soul daily
And your love
touches mine
And I can taste
it like when
Lips embrace
bleeding
all over the place
spilling from my veins
that's my love
finding an escape
because nobody loves it back
I need love. I need the kind of love you read about in books. I need the love I've had but can't have back. I need it again. I need it to breathe. I need it to cripple me. I need it to complete me again. I need it more. I need more of it. I need the way it feels and the way it's impossible to describe. I need it. Like air.
I love you more.
I love you differently.
But I love you more.
i'll always be here for her
i'll always be here if she wants to come home
always
she'll always be my best friend
i will always love her
i will always be a safe place she can run to
always
