Let's write a book.
Just you and I.
We can fill it with all of our happiest times.
Our luckiest moments.
You fill the first line with yours,
Then I'll write mine.
Mine is obvious, the moment you came into my life.
Yours is short and unspecific: "The moment he walked into my life."
We spent a lot of time putting life into that book.
And you lied about everything.
About loving me, about wanting me.
You let me go, and you burned our pages.
And all of my love, went up with the paper.
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 5:18 AM UTC
Instead of sewing the pieces of our broken hearts back on, we stitched them to each other and when you ripped away I bled for days, while you stitched another.
Did we make a mistake? Or just do things the wrong way?
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
You'll realize,
no matter how much you beg or how much you cry,
you have far less value in their eyes, so let it come as no surprise when you're never by their side.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
"Why God?" He asked, tears threatening to spill over. He picked at the metal of the train track as if it would fix his broken heart.
And then when he least expected it, God said.
"You'll never be enough, and for that, I am sorry."
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
A Heart Is Never Fully Healed Until It Is Content With Never Getting What It Wants.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
Do you know how much it hurts to not be enough for anyone else?
Maybe it's because I'm not enough for myself.
I am hurt from the lacking of everything.
I thought you truly loved ME.
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC
You make me sorry for wanting attention
But I know you love me.
NOTHING could tell me differently with everything you've showed me.
But why do you get angry when I ask you to call? You told me you would....
And why is it that you don't want my attention?
You know how I am
Bursting with affection!
But still I feel the need to say sorry
Every time you say something that stings me deep down.
I want to curl up in a ball, regretting that I miss the sound of your voice like it's something to be ashamed of.
I want to forget the way that it stung to hear those words, how my stomach dropped and my blood numbed, just like it always does.
I'm sorry that I care, I'm sorry that I miss you.
But I truly can't be sorry that I love you.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 5:35 PM UTC
I'll never forget your red knees.
Or the way you clutched that book.
You said today's world has you afraid.
You close your eyes screaming you can't look.
I look outside and I see quiet, I understand why you're scared.
You whisper to yourself a quiet prayer.
"There's only crazy people out there."
I grab your hand and look in your eyes, "there's no one there, on ones alive."
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
Sometimes, when I lay in bed, things crawl into my head. They tell me how to think, as I fall asleep.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 7:03 AM UTC
I miss the sound of crunching leaves, victim to our druken teen feet.
My soul aches for the way you used to look at me.
I miss the way you'd line up with the trees, smile at me and breathe in disease.
Almost as beautiful as the smoke in your lungs. I miss a lot of things, but I'll never miss what we've become.
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 3:18 PM UTC