there is nothing here anymore
we're all wandering souls with nowhere left to go
                answer my calls, my phone's running out of charge

i don't feel alive since you left
all i have is a body and my mind is so empty
               i'll wake up when i have something worth being awake for

there is food in my stomach
but it never sustains me, i feel gross and so heavy
               romance is holding hands as we lay forever at the bottom of this cliff

my dreams are full of empty corridors
i try to open doors, but then i remember you're not here anymore
                if this is what living is like, maybe i was never born to survive

i want to sit on my own in an old diner booth and pretend that
the lady who serves me is the love of my life

i want to tangle my limbs with daisy chains and become the
perfect idea for a beautiful poem

i want to be your last resort
your only option, your turning point

i want to swallow rose petals and grow into something
so much more beautiful

i want to bury myself under piles and piles of your letters
and pretend that i don't exist anymore

i want to taste the salty oceans on your skin

i want to go cover myself in books of poetry
in some pathetic attempt to take control of my life

for a moment, the word stops breathing,
your heart quits pumping and bleeding in the
only healthy way it knows how.
there is silence—and then there isn’t, not anymore,
the sky is shattered by lightning and your
pulse jumps with every rumble, your body flinches with
every roar and the sky is turning far darker than it was a minute before,
the wind is like a turbine, going round and round and round,
tearing, ripping, and seething, you can see the clouds descending,
you’ve been through this time and again and you know the power
this twirling cloud will be rendering, you should be inside,
you can hear Mike Morgan yelling over the static of your TV
“prepare yourselves for the damage this will bring!
hide under mattresses, bathtubs, if you must under the kitchen sink!”
it’s coming your way, it’s picking up speed and you try not to imagine
what has made up the debris, you come to your senses,
realize it’s real, accept the fact that it’s not a drill, you grab who you can,
you shove them down stairs, you start counting heads and start saying prayers,
the cellar is dusty, you choke for clean air but it’s howling outside
and you know you won’t find any out there, metal is screeching,
someone is screaming, sirens are bleating out to anyone who cares,
it takes three men alone to make sure the door doesn’t tear off it’s hinges
in the height of the scare—and suddenly it’s over, you can’t here anything from anywhere.
the world again stands still, but it isn’t holding it’s breath,
it’s watching a thousand electric sparks die a last death.
you push against the doors, you need to breathe better air
and you can hear someone telling you that you need to take care,
but you push and you shove and you break free of your prison,
you climb out to see how your world has faired,
but there isn’t
anything
there

Im a useless bag of bones.
Broken in agony.
With a heart that doesn't wanna beat anymore.
My stomach is in knots and I feel like I'm so lost,
Worried, with the stress going on,
And I don't know how to fair anymore.
I just wish I knew what to do,
Cause right now I don't know how to breathe, regularly,
Its getting so scary.

Back burner baby
Always said maybe
Well, maybe you were right

Back burner darling
All that i'm wanting
You don't have to fight;
anymore

I'm yours

Back burner lover
Love undercover
All of this time

Hidden in the closet
Lost in the shadows of
My creviced mind

You were right

I'm yours

To my face you smile
Behind my back you snigger and wince.
You appear to forget that I am not blend or deaf.
I hear. I see.
Sometimes I wonder if you know that I am aware
Or if you leave me in despair.
You dare come up to me with a smile and ask if I would like to walk home with you.
Today, I refuse to take it anymore.
I ignore you in order to refrain from shouting and letting it all out.
Today, I am going to take a stand.

i.
I never cry.
But this night, with a bottle of red wine,
and a cheesy, romantic movie,
I just couldn't hold back
When I found out about HER
existence.

ii.
I called you, over and over,
and still patterns are repeating
You should have just cut me off,
You should have just told me you were done
Rather then listening to me bare my heart
Through the tears and the slurs,
I was sitting on the carpet in the corner,
Waiting to be found by you

iii.
The next morning, I apologized
Profusely, for not being what you wanted
Or needed anymore,
You told me, I shouldn't be sorry,
I should just
Move
On
Move
Along
you said

iv.
I'm glad it was so easy for you,
I'm glad you're already in love,
Swooning and infatuated
Like a lover still in high school,
And she looks like America's Sweetheart
She looks innocent, perfect,
Pure, and her pictures mock me
Not even your type,
and yet, here we are,
Here you are

v.
There comes a time where I have to
Come to terms,
Convince myself that sleeping alone is fine,
After years of sleeping beside you.
Convince myself that it is FINE
that she is now occupying my space,
on the right side of the bed.
That my letters have been burned,
the picture frames taken down.
There comes a time where I have to
Come to terms,
Make a choice,
To be okay.

Was it hard to stay true to your own beliefs
The strange taste collected upon your lips
Don't let it take you like everything else you own
Slowly spark the candle wax around your residue
Feel it in your bones, you would die for less than this
Just dont give in before its over, dont give up before you win
Now don't go stealing thoughts that aren't yours
I believed you to be someone but you're just another follower
A real life twitter whore, I never been blindfolded for this long before
It won't happen again because I don't see anything in you anymore
Peaceful wasn't my intention, an intervention won't prevent it, resented since the lessons stretched within your own resented presence
A matter of time before you snapped, the clocks run out and overlapped, it's said and done, Im sick of waiting, sick of cages and your traps
And I can't find the meaning to your persistence
Used to be drained of my life in order to satisfy yours
Take back whats rightfully mine, take back what I work for
After all that, you've gained nothing from stealing from the poor