I've forgotten how to do damage with a pen
All I remember is how to slash these swords against my skin
Crimson drips from the mutilated canvas and,
suddenly,
it becomes interesting
The candyman promised his stuff was the good kind
Guess he forgot to mention with every high comes a goodbye
I'm a ticking time bomb
And I hear the clock ticking
Tick tick tick
But suddenly every tick becomes a good time when I remember
That the end of every goodbye becomes the chance for a new high
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 8:07 PM UTC
Body is giving up
Feel death knocking everyday
But every breath means you’re alive
To everyone else you’re okay
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 6:24 PM UTC
Desired but never adored
Needed but never wanted
Am I cold & calculated
or broken
with no net, no harness
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:29 PM UTC
I just wanted to talk to someone
But I never seemed to get the chance to
So I began to write;
make the time stop
But I didn’t want it to be poetic
Or imaginative
I didn’t want another person to hear me
I just wanted someone to finally listen
Are you listening?
I am talking to you.
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 4:50 AM UTC
Not all houses are homes
I am a house that is not a home
I am a place of transition
A place you are constantly passing
I am not a destination
I am a place people pass to get to somewhere else
I'm a pit stop
I'm not meant to be filled
I'm meant to fill others
But she can't admit it to herself
She doesn't want me to be just another sad story
But she can't come to terms with real life not having fairy tail endings
But I know who I am
I am the end to a story that is continuous for others
I am the fraction of someone else's story
I am a pit stop
I am a resting place who is never at rest
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 10:29 PM UTC