Let's play pretend.
Let's pretend we don't know each other.
Let's pretend we were never lovers.
Let's start over.
You can teach me how to sing.
I can teach you how to dance.
You can teach me to play piano.
I can teach you how to love.
Let's start over.
Let's drink.
Let's drink to the good times, to the bad.
Let's get ****** up together and not remember how it ends.
Let's be young, wild, and free.
Let's start over.
Now let's remember.
Let's remember the past.
Let's remember how we used to be.
Let's remember all the fun we had when we pretended.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
She looked more alive
dangling from the edge
than she ever had resting
in the lap of luxury.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
If I carved the words "I love you"
into every inch of my skin,
would you believe them?
Would you believe me?
If I painted a picture of my heart
with the very blood that it pumps,
would you cherish it?
Would you cherish me?
If I promised that there was no one else,
that there was only you,
would you accept that?
Would you accept me?
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
I can fake my identity and try to look happy,
but its all just a cover.
Take a swig from the flask and remove the last mask
only to find another.
There was once a time when I knew myself,
but now I'm not so sure.
All semblance of self-worth lay eroding in the dirt,
and its all thanks to her.
It's not really her fault, I'm truly to blame.
I grew selfish out of fear.
Afraid of being alone, I couldn't let her go
and now she's nowhere near.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Broken conversations,
empty lungs,
doors half open,
hearts almost out of love.
We used to talk of how
we used to be infinite.
But now every second now feels
like a stroke against an unforgiving current.
Our conversations broke
as the flaws of our souls
fell through the cracks of this glass foundation.
These upset words that escaped you
left the air around me a little sad,
a little awake,
and with a lot of echoes.
My lungs went empty
talking you down.
I left the door open for you.
So you can walk in
and slip in quietly-
I won't say a word.
And this heart could never go empty,
not mine.
Yours,
at this point,
I know not.
Flowers never lost their color
as long as you walked this earth.
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
If my life were a recipe
I feel like every ingredient would be followed
by the word "optional".
8 hours of sleep (optional)
Two to three meals a day (optional)
1 social life (optional)
1 job (optional)
A handful of friends (optional)
A pinch of creativity (optional)
One cup of laughter (optional)
Three heaped tablespoons of positivity (optional)
You get the idea.
But you're different.
You're the one ingredient I can't do without.
You're the one thing that matters
when I can't be bothered with the rest of it.
When all the chopping and sautéing and boiling
and grilling of everyday life
seems like too much hassle,
there's always enough time for you.
You're my quick-fix meal on a weekday evening.
You're a mid-morning snack
snatched between errands.
A quiet evening in on a Saturday
with a bottle of wine and Joni Mitchell playing
"I could drink a case of you".
I could cook you every night.
You're comfort food at its finest
unpretentious, convenient.
Never bland and never tiresome.
You're the one ingredient I'll always have in stock,
that one I'll never let myself run out of.
Because you cannot be substituted.
You, and only you, are not optional.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
You'll run away,
But all your things are here to stay.
I'm tapping on the glass,
Won't you give me one last glance?
I'm fighting to give our love
One last chance.
Reach into your heart
And find the words so hard to spill.
Don't leave to find your next fill.
Love isn't just another pill.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC
I do not like this phase of a heart break.
When you purposely avoid love songs,
Or sometimes you play them just to make yourself feel like your hearts still pounding.
When the person you loved and hid from every waking soul is brought into a conversation.
Or when he isn't.
When you see other lovers who have made it years without the cruel hand of fate ripping their love from them.
Or when you see they haven't.
When you notice him writing you smaller, casual messages when they use to be breathtaking and beautiful.
Or when he doesn't write at all.
When I ask you if I am pushing you away and you say no.
*"Alright, happy birthday! Text me later tonight?"
"Will do"*
When every hidden goodbye ends with those two words. And my broken, belittled heart.
(i. r.)
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
I am the light that staves off the darkness.
I am the tune that rocks with your beat. I am the pebbles by the pond skipping on your water.
I am the gray that masters your white and black.
I am the balance in your Yin and Yang.
I am the warmth of the sun when you come outside.
I am the refreshing rain on gloomy days. I am the breath you take every second of play
I am your moon and sun, the gloom and the fun.
I am your sunlight in day.
I am your moonlight at night.
Either way, what I'm trying to say.
Is that I am here, every night and day.
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC