I write because my head is full of things I cannot say out loud.
I write for the way my heart bleeds when people cut into it.
I write as my heart swells with joy until I feel like the Grinch on Christmas day.
I write when I cannot think of anything but hate;
The words angrily scrawled out on paper like hot flames burning up my emotions.
I write to let everything out.
I write because writing cannot talk back;
It can't tell me I'm wrong or to change something
It is purely just me.
I write because it is the one thing that will not judge me no matter what I say.
I write because writing is all I have.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
I write to spill love, loss, and hate onto blank pages instead of my conscience.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
In the middle of the night
I am wide awake
Craving you
Wanting your love
Needing your love
I've been counting the days since you've been gone
My mind bubbling over with frantic thoughts
An itching under my skin I can't scratch
Sometimes the world seems to disappear
And I'll see you standing right in front of me
But then just as fast you are gone
Then I find myself in a completely different world again
Lying on the floor unable to pull myself up
Or even remember exactly where I am
Just one more touch....
Thats all I need...
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
I watched the stars with you and I was hypnotized
Since then I have not been able to come out from under their spell
I awaken with the night
And tire with the day
My soul is tied to the beaming white moon
As I long float away with the clouds you seem to be trapped in
The sky is my prison
And the moon is my captor.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
I think I could love you till the stars we look up at stop twinkling
And the moon turns out its light.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 1:50 AM UTC
I wanted to be like your cigarettes
I wanted to be what calmed you down
I wanted to be what you couldn’t wait to press your lips against
I wanted to be the little thing you looked forward to during the day
I wanted to be the one thing you could not live without
And I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to become addictive
I just wanted you to need me the way you needed to light up every night
But then one day you quit smoking..
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
2am
I'm addicted to heartache
The kind that rips you apart inside
Leaves you shaking
Tears streaming down your face
3am
The moon bright in your eyes
Sparkling behind the moisture
Sobs wrack my body
The stars seem to be falling from the sky
This feeling is what I know best
4am
All is quiet
The night doesn't make a sound
Theres nothing left to come out
Tears have dried
And my mind is numb
I feel nothing
Hollow and empty
This feeling is all too hauntingly familiar
5am
The morning approaches
And I am still awake
Staring at the wall
Nothing left
6am
Time to get up
Plaster a smile on my face
Smear concealer under my eyes
And pretend like those dark circles aren't there
9am
Everyone is oblivious
But I know
That tonight
I'm going to go through it all again
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
I should know better by now
But its the exhilarating feeling that gets me every time
I can't stop myself
And this time you're hard to read
I have absolutely no idea what you are thinking
I cannot help but be more than intrigued
Especially because usually I have the ability to read people like a magazine
But no
Not you
You are a completely new mystery
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
I may not be suicidal
But I'm still sad in a way that destroys me
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
I like handwritten letters
And old paper back books
I like walks downtown past old buildings
With peeling paint and cracked side walks
I like old sneakers with holes in them
And soles that scrape the ground when you walk
I like things with stories to tell
I like to meet people and talk about minimal things
Things that won't matter to anyone else
The things that cause their eyes to sparkle
And make a smile tug at their lips
I like to listen to their opinions
The things they feel such passion for
Yet I do not like to stick around
Never do I get close enough to touch
No one makes it past the mask of sincerity
Masterfully placed on my face
Never do I let them breach the surface
I like to stay light and free
Of hurt, pain, and complications
And humans carry these things with them everywhere they go
So once I've learned all I can about a person I move on to the next
And continue my journey of life
I like old fashioned romances
Throwing rocks at windows
And cool walks in the night holding hands
I like good morning wishes and butterfly kisses
I dream of embraces so close
You can feel the trickle of their breath on your neck
Their heartbeat involuntarily syncing with yours
I dream of these things
These things I have longed to feel
I still get excited at the sight of a swing left vacant at a playground
Or mini marshmallows in hot chocolate
On bitter winter nights.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC