Sometimes I feel like a polar bear cub crawling out of a den where I've been asleep for months born blind and deaf into the dark and cold, when I emerge from the den everything is so beautiful and new, scary and cold, stumbling on my hardly used legs, still learning to walk opening my eyes for the first time.
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
Weary eyed disappointment shines through the blue
in an attempt to quell my spirit.
6 weeks between us, yet you are as old as time.
I am not sorry for your frustration,
it stirs my ***** to see your distress
at my half-smile.
I offered you warning, long before gold was shared.
I told you I'd be hard to hold,
spelled out my weakness,
held aloft all flaws.
Still you lept at my flame,
seeking to contain it within your covetous palm,
to mold me with your priceless wisdom,
your righteous idea of who I could be,
should be....would be.
A me without a trace of self is your desire.
A shell filled with your vision of perfection.
A stay at home
Lay at home wife.
Last night you said that you had made me a better person,
while I sat and wondered at your breathing
in the hope that it would stop.
Do not take my silence as compliance.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:15 PM UTC
How am I suppose to trust you when I know you? I know the games you play, rolling dice not caring who gets hurt just as long as you're the winner.
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
You take the words from my mouth and replace them with your own. I was told to grow up to be a adult so I stand on my own two feet while you tell me how disappointed you are in me while I try to scream, but you've replaced every word of mine with your own.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
You could be so pretty
if
your hair was straight
or at least neat
and not fire engine red
You could look so lovely
If
you didn't insist on wearing
tatty jeans
Yellow Dr Marten boots
Dropkick Murphys tees
and you weren't covered in tattoos
You could have a better life
If
You hadn't married
that blue eyed
empty pocket
*** smoking
dreamer
You could have more time to clean
If
you didn't waste it
writing pointless poems
with your head in the clouds
listening to that awful racket
You could be more ladylike
If
you didn't attend protests
railing against politics
didn't smoke, drink,
swear like a sailor
and stayed away from mosh pits.
You could be better
If
you were a lot more me
and a hell of a lot less you
After all I've done
You were not what I was expecting..
Well, it was good talking to you
I love you mum
I love you too..
Lets do this again soon!
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC
You drowned the weeds growing in my brain so that I can think clearly, and as you kiss me it feels like you're planting roses in my veins so that I can get up in the morning, what happens when you no longer pluck the weeds from my brain, and it becomes over grown with thoughts so loud I can't leave my room and you drown all of the roses you planted in my veins.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
i fell in love with you.
not after we spoke for hours on the phone
and not after i fell asleep in your arms
and not after you sang me a song to
help me sleep.
but when we kissed it was the sweetest taste
of your lips stained with coffee and tattooed
with the taste of cigarettes and *****
they told me a story about you without
using words...
and that's crazy, isn't it?
i fell in love with you before you said a word to me.
and it wasn't your perfectly placed brown hair or
your eyes that glistened under the sun,
but it was how you could tell me a story without even
opening your mouth.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
You are not the first person I looked at with mouthfuls of forevers, and we have both known pain like the sharp end of a knife, but now I need to let forever trickling out of my mouth and into yours .
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
Those three words feel like a swarm of bees buzzing in my mouth and making it hard to think, I'm scared you can hear them stinging my lips and tongue, I'm afraid to open my mouth and say those three words to you because I don't want you to get stung, so I will swallow them down and let them sting my insides all the way to my bones where they can make a home inside my skin.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
The way your fingers linger on my skin feels like you're ripping open my skin and touching my veins, tracing them and holding my heart between your hands, while I lie here cowering away like a small child on their first day of school because I've never needed someone like I need you and with just the flick of your wrist you can stop my whole world.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:49 AM UTC