My father hid himself
within the smoke
underneath my ribcage
Sometimes he rattles his fingers
underneath my bones
and squirms his hands
around my ticker
He taught the monster under my bed
to crawl under my skin
and stick his filthy fingers
in the cracks of my brain
and break it in half
His name echoes the canals of my ears
and his shadow haunts every step
I wish I could’ve made
Jul 2, 2022
Jul 2, 2022 at 9:31 PM UTC
Don’t be scared
that
I’ll ever forget you
.
Believe me:
I remember every
touch
and every
breath
as if it happened
yesterday.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
passion wasn’t in your dictionary
even though
you tried to show me
time and time again
that it was
and thats fine
because at least you tried
to show me
the blank space
where passion
was supposed to be
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
day 1 (uno) that we talked you tried to whisper the clothes off my body and told me you wanted to see the folds of your fingers inside of me (as if it was nothing) and while I rejected he formulated and cracked a new plan — to tell me thats all he wanted to hear, and demanded self respect while pushing for lack of self respect.
His eyes couldn’t lie but when I tried to locate them, he carried me away in his personal blue seas (this is a cliche) and made me taste the waters (I got addicted as a result) and I guess that even my logic obsessed self couldn’t make out what was right and wrong anymore, so I drowned myself and floated in his rivers
Proceed to day 34 (teintra y cuatro) where you admitted under a drunken spell that you loved me all along and wanted a future. Phase 1: Terrified. Phase 2: Relief. Relieved that my love was not only mine, but ours. Relieved that I could drink from those waters forever. But terrified, so, so terrified of the mess I made from the man who only wanted to have my naked body and infect it. I had only shown a glimpse of my skin around my lower back, and you could only demand more while judging my self respect (or lack thereof). My logical self had decided that this behavior was him at his finest he was just setting me up and wanted to invade my skin. My loving self was convinced that he was acting out on his newly found addiction. Since I had just fed him the same venom he poisoned my body with.
In the end, it was all just a test of my self respect.
Or lack thereof.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 9:56 AM UTC
no pain could
compare to
the pain i felt
when you looked at me
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
You took the innocence from my lips
Whilst carrying explosives at your hips
Tied my bomb and took a piece of my chest
Just to frame it
In a picture in the papers
I was watching the fuse to be lit
And you gambling that I would make it
Out of that lane
So I could do it all over again
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
I knew a ******
Who sold her soul to the devil
Because she wanted to know
What love looked like
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 6:53 AM UTC
I prefer to lose the grip of me
and my being would traverse
to the brain I made my home in
my little universe
But to lose the touch of this
which I hold so dear
and the only thing which promised me
that would be permanently here
My memory is lacking
and my system is rewriting
my thoughts are the one
which I really should be fighting
I know I know,
You are my friend, dear *****
But I really want to put a stop
A stop to this abuse.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 5:55 PM UTC
If discovering the planetary body
Where you found your home
Would mean that I get to see you again
Then I would
March through stars
Dance on asteroids and
Befriend moons
Until I'd find you
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
I longed for death
But that I could not do
I was not scared of death, no
I was afraid of dying without you.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC