This year I am bare
Not in flesh but in mind
You left with all of my thoughts
Any ounce of my motivation
Laying on my bathroom floor
I am bare
Some people would see this as an advantage
But pessimists will understand
How I’d like to lay here forever
With my hands covering my eyes I feel hidden from time
Like there is no one else in the world
I am alone
I am bare
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
It is time to say goodbye,
to who I was,
to you and I.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 6:09 PM UTC
Watch your step on the way in, there are needles and knives
they'll pierce through your skin.
It may be dark, so hold my hand
and if you can, understand.
Step over my sorrows,
don't mind the shards,
while you're in here please,
disregard.
Your eyes will adjust,
you can see me now,
all the pieces of my heart, I just left around.
Drugs and liquor beside my bed,
but by the end of most nights,
only the thoughts are dead.
I become hesitant as I notice you judge,
"please don't begin to send your pity,
these feelings don't budge."
I suddenly remember why I've never had someone in this room,
for the longest time, it has only been my tomb.
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
I am empty handed when it comes to us
you leave me deprived of simple human respect
the way you talk to me
you never listen
I know that you are lying when you say you love me
love is not arrogant
the only person you love is yourself
I am only a trophy on your shelf
you take me out when you want to look at me or show me off
but when you are done you put me away
you have adjusted me to revolve around you
you made sure to take every last piece of me when you left
with the intentions of hollowing out my heart
you truly have taken everything else along with it
leaving only a life void of meaning
and empty hands
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
I wish these feelings could fade away
in the same way you forgot my voice
over time and distance
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 3:45 AM UTC
I can’t remember what it felt like to feel anything at all
I don’t know how to change or love
I am transparent
unlike you I can not see colour
and I wouldn’t be surprised
if you told me you couldn’t see any in me either
It’s almost as if I am no longer me
but then again I can’t remember a me
all I can try to do is imagine myself as a contrast of the warmest reds
a girl who loves and was loved
someone who is not afraid to speak but instead screams until heard
I would have the smoothest skin except it would not be thin
nobody would hurt me
nobody would want to not even myself
there would be no scars of apology
I would not be sorry for being me I would instead embrace my life
but that is not me it is only my imagination
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
Every time you undress me
the tips of your fingers slit into my skin,
with only a simple slide of your hand you can open my chest and kidnap my heart.
I was alive with the sting of your touch but over time the sting became a burn,
and I started to find that you prefer to retrace the expeditions that both your hands and your eyes would endure.
You don’t think twice about reopening scars,
in fact you feel obligated to purposely disfigure me,
even if I could leave you it is your name that covers my body.
You wanted to see how far I’d let you take it, how much of me you could take over
you controlled my life and even my thoughts
somehow you became a part of who I was,
and no matter how simple it could be
I can no longer imagine surviving without you.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
I would be lying
if I told you
that you were special to me,
because whether its
you
or
him
holding me in the earliest hours
of the morning
the only thing that matters to me
is that
I am being held,
love to me is much less
significant
much less personal
than it used to be
if its anything to me at all
its feeling desired
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
I want to
carve
every single word
that rings through my head
down the softest parts of my skin,
so I can remember the painful silence
that first caused these words
to not only ring through my head
but course through my veins
the words that make me who I am
deserve to be displayed
to be read
and to be understood
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Some of your words
are stapled
into my skin,
correcting me in times of error
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC